A pet bee

Once, a flower in the Loch Ness had petals taken by the wind, with colors bearing messages, parading far into the sea. Petals made friends with tides, and taught them to go onward, from land to land on hillsides, from lake to lake downstream. Those petals came resting closer, on marsh they knew soft breeze, and tucked their colors on a pet bee, beyond what people see.

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July 28, 2016