The Tiger and it's Lover

Honeybee

You had run to the honeybees as fast as you could.

You come upon their hive and garden, fruits and flowers of every color.

Your lover was missing.

It said it would be there when you awoke.

It was not.

Your lover doesn't lie.

What went wrong?

You trample a few flowers in your haste, regret nipping at your paws.

'Please,' You say, attracting the attention of the bees, 'Help me. My lover is missing.'

'Is your lover one of us?' One bee asks, buzzing in his ear.

It wasn't a pleasant buzz.

It was annoying, unlike your lover's calming hum.

'No, my lover is a Wasp.' You say.

Gasps flow throughout the garden.

'A Wasp?' They say.

'And a Tiger?' They say.

They laugh.

Buzzing loud, loud, loud.

Nothing like your lover's gentle hum.

You stomp your paw in anger, wishing to shake the earth.

'Do not laugh!' You bellow.

'And why shouldn't we?' They shouted back, laughing, laughing, laughing.

'It is my lover! You should not laugh!' You say.

'A Wasp! And a Tiger!' They said, buzzing, buzzing, buzzing...

You leave, knowing they would be of no help.

Where do you go now?

Your lover had never shown you it's hive, you don't know where to go.

You go back to where you slept, your body still imprinted in the soft grass.

Your thoughts start to buzz, just like the bees.

Why did my darling leave?

I love you.

Come back.

What happened?

There was a hum.

Low, but there.

You whip your head around, coming face to face with your lover.

'My love!' You cry.

'My love!' The Wasp says back.

'Why did you leave?' You ask, eyes misty with fear and failure.

'I did not go far,' It says, 'I was picking flowers for you, but when I came back, you had left.'

You step forward, trying to nuzzle your beloved in apology.

'Come, my darling. I have picked you flowers.' It says, vibrating in joy.

You follow, eager to see what flowers your lover had picked for you.