Lazy days,
vermilion craze,
staggering shyly,
buzzing,
waggling,
slurping,
bow before me.
Without me,
you are not.
Will you sting me?

Narrow shade,
scent of musk,
quick death
beneath a clump
of clustering,
filtering,
dappled dusk.
Without you,
I am not.
Will I crush you?