A Bee to Be

Life of every animal is dear

She was so nervous and her big eyes were full of blazing anger. Confused, she was moving back and forth behind the window and banging herself to the glass. She came via the door and wanted to go out through the window, following the sunlight. She seemed tired and desperate. I approached her cautiously, extend my hand to her. She thought for a moment and then mounted my hand. The window had screen, so I took her to the doorway. She was walking on the hairs of my hand, softly and curiously. I shook my hand, and she flew and went. I didn’t know this bee, she was a bee like other bees, and she didn’t know me either. But certainly, her life was dear to her and freedom so appreciated for her.