The Bee

I left him
where he fell on the bedroom floor,
for although he was no longer
alive, in death his fullness
preserved, startling to the sight.

I wondered how he’d hid away
in my bag, unnoticed and died
there, untouched. I sat on my bed,
how am I to murder this already resting thing?

Swiftly tissue covers-
I am sorry to disturb you.