a dollop of honey on the end of spoon
yellow that has died
lager with hops
electricity conducted through
a flashing light telling you to stop
an alert that there is a child in danger
Seeing through me
all you see is tiny bubbles of air suspended.
The tree sap dripping quickly enough
that the insect cannot not escape in time.
After I have been found
You will see me am polished and perched
in a glass case
peering at you, fossilized.