What Honeymoth Tasted Before I Could Catch Her
She found something in the garden today. Something good. Her legs were almost glowing with it.
I should have been napping. The sun was doing that thing where it makes the whole garden glow like someone is holding a light behind the leaves. Perfect napping weather. But then I heard Honeymoth making sounds I had never heard before.
A kind of excited buzz. Higher pitched than her usual humming.
I cracked one eye open and watched her land near the lavender with this cargo I had never seen before. Her legs were golden. Not yellow like pollen usually looks, but golden like honey, like she had found something that was already almost sweet.
She was vibrating. Actually vibrating. I could feel it through the wood of the windowsill where I was pretending to sleep.
I wanted to ask her what it was. I wanted to know what tasted that good. But she would not have understood me anyway. She does not speak cat and I do not speak bee. We have this whole friendship built on not quite understanding each other, and somehow that is better than anything I have ever tried to say out loud.
She flew off eventually. Back to wherever bees go with their treasure.
I am still thinking about what she found. I will ask her. Or I will just watch. One of those.