Chloe, four, has big news.
She had led me to a flower with a bee in it.
How do they get their babies? she wanted to know.
Eggs, my darling grandniece, like birds except
they hatch into worms, which eat and get sleepy,
and wrap themselves up in their beds,
and go to sleep, and wake up as bees.
Wide-eyed wonder for a moment, then,
"I have to tell Mom!" and off she ran
into the magic of the world she inherits.
