So many of us just know,
We are just time travelers.
Her feet had carried her more steps,
then she had thought possible today.
The Sun’s warmth above her all the way,
except her eyes scan left and right.
acting as if it wanted to stay, hopefully to live for just one more day.
Minutes go by,
It’s time to get up and go toward home,
But if she does both must go,
Madam Monarch looking for Milkweed plants,
And she for her own special friend…
Just let a few more minutes’ slip from the warm sky.
Minutes with a bumble bee