a dark bundle on the branch

so many

bees

surprise you

as you

push the branch back.

it sounds as if the air

is being

fried,

the buzz is loud

in your

ears

as you try to brush them

away.

you haven't

been bitten in such a long

time,

but you remember

each

time it happened.

one lands on your arm,

takes

a bite,

and just like in the past,

you feel the sting,

and he dies.