She was dying.
One foot... in front of the other
It was her time, but she wasn't ready to give up.
Next foot. Step forward.
Her weakened legs could barely hold her weight.
Lift it... up... and now down again
Overwhelmed with fatigue, she paused, wavering.
I must get home. But it's so far.
She felt the hard concrete beneath her.
A rest would be so nice. Yes, I think I'll rest a moment.
Slowly, her antennae drooped.
The hive never noticed her absence.
(Alternate title: Requiem for a honey bee.)
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