She was sitting on my back step,
At first we went our way in mutual ignorance,
I guess she was too tied up in thought to notice me,
I imagine she, like every other working woman,
had enough on her plate.
I stepped light, unlike me her sting is serious.
She turned and regarded me,
She flew away and I went my way,
I wonder if she ponders me,
like I am pondering the bee on my back step.