Beewolf: A Poem

A poem by Sarah Day.

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There is a frightening creature

hovering outside the sliding door.

She lowers her long, yellow legs

and shifts between invisible

pockets of air. You can hear her

wings through the unwashed glass.



Her genus—philanthus—means

flower lover, though she is a predator

who feasts on stinging things.



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About Sarah Day

Sarah Day is a native Arkansawyer and professional writer. She grew up in the Ozarks and has been carrying around piles of books for as long as she can remember. In 2014, she graduated from the University of Arkansas with a creative writing degree.

Writing: LGBTQ Sci-fi + Fantasy

Published: Ora and the Old God

Upcoming: The Valor Queen + Mortal Restraints

Sarah Day ©2021

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