Today I saved a bee

Today I saved a bee.

Bouncing against the pane
With pain in his heart
From wisps of spider web
Cocooned around his legs;
Pollen flecks on fur-backed biceps
Going to waste, bound for nothing.
As he struggled, I could feel
His fatigue, his exhaustion;
As he struggled, I could sense
His desperation, his longing
To be free again –
A freedom
So enticingly near
Yet invisibly far.
Gently, I cupped him
In a chipped pattern-print mug
From Stoke or somewhere;
An unwanted charity letter
His temporary cell door.
Gently, I unravelled him
Disentangled his webbed feet
And let him fly
And with it, fly free my heart.

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