Prickly Tickly Bee

For Meghan.

The icky, thick, tickly bee tickled across my bare-skinned knee. Stopping, starting, hovering, darting the icky, thick, prickly bee was surely interested in eating me.

I wished a wish, that bee be gone, Icky, thick, prickly bee move on!

I sat rickety, rigidy, ever so still, wishing a wish to get up and run home, to wash from me knee, the drips from my cone.

Jeffry Osborne Tar © 1999