Childhood Bee

yellow spotted black velvety bee that came buzzing at the garden which rages with bougainvellea of pink, red, and vermillion red a tree of sour sop squirrels scoured here up there, a lumpy dangling fruit sported a loose crevice that exhibited the farmer's sore some red eyed birds had carved for midday fare at the mishmash of cabbage leaves robins had hopped, looked at me wondering i were friend or foe neighbour, bent with her frond hat and weather beaten clothes worked without a sound the yellow spotted bee's buzz still as lively as it was then and it still looks older - than me