
Hum
It’s Bees.
Like when I walked
past the laurels.
Bees.
A roiling key of F.
Call it humming.
Buzzing.
Whatever. It builds
crescendo fright.
So would you,
if you’d stepped
in a nest of mud wasps
when you’re 8.
Electric toothbrushes
all sound like
pissed-off mud wasps.
Sketch by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, The Beekeepers and the Birdnester 1568 on WikiArt. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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