Ode from a dying Bee.

I know not why nor how you are a threat
for I cannot be party to your thoughts.
What I have never known, I can't forget.
My last peace was among forget-me-nots.

I sought not to befriend, nor to be foe
as on my quest to gather I was sent.
My focus lost as you waved your chapeau.
Surprised... had not surmised, your true intent.

My instinct, so succinct yet resolute
engaged my autopilot self destruct.
My sting engaged, enraged was I to boot.
Your pain my death, as such we both were f_cked.

Though Mother Nature's creatures make you rich...
wrong place , wrong time, you'll find that life's a bitch?