HE FADES He sat there, all alone. But he crept forward On his path. He pulled his glowing cottony cape About him, Tightly. And he tiptoed, As if shy and Self-conscious. ...Then He spread his cottony arms out As wings And increased His momentum, outspread cape Fluttering wildly In the wind. He dispersed in the form of a Winged horse, bounding Lightly, proudly, majestically. He faded. Wispy strands fluttered Weakly in the sky... The cottony cloud vanished Before my eyes. Ardis Vettlin 14 LAMENT OF A BEE I'm dying, here in the cool clover Where I fell after it happened. Over Me a shadow fell as I sucked sweet Nectar from a yellow bud. Bare feet (A child's I think) stomped down where I was lying. In self defense I stung, and now I'm dying. Adria Fowler 15