when I saw what looked like a deceased bee
lying by his nectar
in the bosom of a cosmos
having passed in pure pleasure,
I gazed and took a photo.
a few minutes later I returned to the flower,
seeing how the climbing sun backlit its
violet pedals was worthy of another look, and
I set up the shot
by gently tapping
to shake the dead bee free,
but it flew away.
sorry I woke you.