The bumblebee is already dead
for no apparent reason
curled in the foetal position
seemingly just resting
after a long dry millennium.
I carry it to my ear hoping
for a distant hum,
any sign from a distant galaxy somewhere
that a new planet has been born.
Everything stands in danger of extinction.
What we save saves us hosted by Sherry Blue Sky in The Imaginary Garden ` Flash 55 Friday.