Bumble by Rosie Driffill

Bumblebee,

I’m sorry I ran,

I’m sorry I swiped at you

with my hand.

 

If I had known

You and your kin

would share our space

then dwindle therein,

 

Then I’d never have run

Nor swiped at you;

I’d have gazed, in wonder,

For a summer or two.