Killer Bees

They buzz, a deadly conglomoration of striped fuzz and stingers.
Like lips after the cold, or after occasions of brass instrument playing.
Except this buzzing doesn't just deaden simple innocence or heat.
On the contrary.
It inspires knowledge of all things. It makes you hot.
It leaves you sweating. Especially if you are allergic.
If you've lived with bee nets around your face.
They sense you.
The killer bees don't see. They feel with antennae.
But more especially, with curled, dry, flickering gossamer tongues.
Tasting the air, knowing the air: sensing you don't belong in the air.
They attack, and this once, when you are netless, they win.
You are not.