Zerine Wahid
As I set about to air my quilts
Readying to confront the winter wind
A bumblebee hovered right over me
Recalling how it has been so long
That a bumblebee had been in sight
I stood wondering about the solitary being
Minus it’s mate
Darting back and forth
My sudden presence might have set it off, I thought
Playing games of intimidation
It’s massive blackness tried to shoo me off
While this play of hunter and hunted
Saw me stand up to the challenge
Trying hard to calm a loudly beating heart
I too took up chase
As the pursuit went on and on
And taking it to the end was very much a resolve
The insect that I took for a menacing bumblebee
Turned out to be a muscular carpenter
Without a sting.
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