Bees

Jezabel Castillo

December enfolds

sapphire within

its delicacy of

a black dog,

the number 21

pecks somber shades

like mourning doves

in love with the

white winged,

Thursday

is inherited from

the pit of a retired

sun –

on this date,

a child was born.

The nurse says

to be twice as better

than mother nature.

Bees politely sacrifice

their honey and fur

to crochet an amber

sweater and fill their

empty belly,

treating them softer

than the empty coats

of mankind that only

lie in voided cathedrals.