Bumblebee

Spring cleaning the back porch … bucket, mop, and vacuum. Bugs and leaves had collected on the sills. A bumblebee, motionless and surely dead, was stuck on the screen. Then I saw his wings move ever so slightly. I brushed him onto a bit of cardboard. I carried him to the yard and tipped him onto a shrub. I left him there, on his back, legs making tiny motions. I thought water would be a kindness and sprinkled cool water around the upturned creature. I returned to watch as he righted himself. Before my work was done, the bumblebee took flight.