Pro-Life

The bee sat there on her brown skin- goose laden yet disappearing bumps under blue skies- the sun and so on the grass we rested and the bee seemed complacent in nature except for its tail and how we stared at his stinger!- That flirted and toyed in our mutual moment of silence. Because this surely was THE moment- and whose to say we were not spectators: for I the observer, she the rocky cliffed out ocean and the little creature just a lost soul- swaying like a smacked out lovable Labrador unsure of direction; momentarily incapable of a decision. And she whispered 'don't do it!- Oh...you will die!- Don't die!'- And the bee just continued on in ambivalence- What suspense! And the cliff jumper took one more look over the edge so we held our breath but then he backed away and we exhaled as he just took off to the expanses- the breezes washing over us once more as play was pressed on time- of course this all happened in about five seconds; this divine example of prolife- the charade. Then the bee settled on flowers and we the beach.