Bees

The bees are still here, and living in my walls. Their entrance in invisible to the human eye, but they continue to sneak inside, two or three at a time, during the cold nights. They've gotten bigger and more aggressive and I have concluded that it must be all the sunshine that has brought out their brawn and gumption.

I woke to a knock at the door and immediately heard a few morning bees buzzing and beating against the window above my head, trying to get back outside where they came from. It wouldn't be morning without them. I rose in a heap of tangled hair and blankets to answer the call, but no one was there. Just as I sat to gather my thoughts and continue waking up, there was another knock. I shot up in frustration to answer the door again. Still, no one was there. A flicker caught my eye outside the window by the bee hive. To my surprise a wood pecker flapped his wings frantically while he snapped at the bees, both suspended in midair. When the bees retreated back into their hive, he knocked again, chasing them out and into his range of fire.