As I sit quietly here, a honeybee, not a butterfly, glided silently around me., as I sat next to her on the porch with the golden sun light bathing her open wings I felt light as well. She was there, unafraid to share what seemed to me a sweet little secret. She was cool and mysterious, but straight forward told me; “ I’ve been waiting for you, poetic man ”- I want to sting you! She just wanted to warn me, to make sure I didn’t get up and run like crazy or rub my shoulder and kill her. You can make friends over a sting operation, that’s for goddamn sure! Fidel Guerra Nov, 30, 2019.