Bumble Bee

your wing was bent, so you frantically crawled over our drive way.
Small fingers wanted you, he sat watching you. You crawled up his shirt, into his hair. I like a mother hen picked you off. I was not sure if you were a worker bee, or a male, or already to damaged to sting..Oh bumble bee, we then watch you crawl to a closing morning glory, bent wing. broken pride. Hopefully the morning glory sucked you up, or you found your nest...and hopefully its on the ground..