Bombus dahlbomii

There is an abundance in the hive
a bee enhanced as a drawing
classifications a bound. I place my
pointer finger against the screen and
begin to stroke the wings, comforting
that which is not real, which can never
exist beneath my finger. I'm not sure
that this thing that I want so bad exists
at all. That alone makes it all the more
lovely to me. Bombus dahlbomii I wonder
if you know you are bordering extinction.

I wonder if you feel it in your wings as I pet them across my computer screen.