sting-less bees

i was walking on a path with mulberry trees

raspberry leaves

and sting-less bees

sipping on green apple juice skipping,

swinging a basket i weaved from eaves,

a moment's hesitation, 

sudden trepidation

what's that!

something in my peripheral--

from the side of my eye

unimportant, i know,

but i wanna see 

to be sure,

you know?

a hole,

right then i fall in a hole

I'm not sure if i saw the thing

or if it was all just a dream