Just had a short conversation with a bee

She was absolutely sure I am a flower

She checked me all over

No, love, I’m sorry, I’m not a flower

I told her

She was determined

This is not unusual

I’m dressed in so many colours

Poor thing probably got excited for a second

I know it’s not nice having food seemingly so close

Once I would have gotten up and ran

Bees and wasps scared me

Today she almost landed on me

I just felt bad for faking her out

The landscape is so different than what her ancestors lived in

And my landlord insists on decimating the dandelions which, while basically fast food, would at least get them through the Summer

Humans are so strange

No considering how their actions may affect others

The bee

I hope she found something delicious somewhere

The roses are still stubbornly blooming

Now a hummingbird

So much life in this place

If I owned land I’d fill it with food for everything around me

The deer ate the flowers again?

Good! There’s plenty to go around.

It’s so jarring to be a part of something that no one ever seems to give a second thought to

This Earth and her systems we are gleefully destroying

Is it even real?

Do they not see it?

She must feel as lonely as I do

Trillions of lives unaware of her

All on her

Or within

I wish I could have become a flower for a moment

Just for her

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