Ode to a Bumble-Bee (on her death-bed)

Dear bumble
dying on the street
the indignity too much
for me, i kneel
before you, speak to you
and ask for your permission
then photograph and lift you
to rest on leaves and soil
where you can breathe
your last and die
with dignity and grace

The full cycle of life from the mating i blipped yesterday to the dying...