A Bee and Other Thoughts
Two Poems
The first of today’s poems describes a fairly common occurrence for me. Living in rural Arizona with my small herd of endangered Galiceno ponies, I often find that their water tanks have lured intrepid bees or wasps too deep to recover by themselves. Sometimes a hand is the quickest, most convenient rescue. And no, I’ve never been stung doing this (a…
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