Breeze in my hair,
Sun on my face.
Suddenly a loud buzzing fills the air.
Looking head to toe,
No creature insight.
The buzzing still in my ears,
I've spotted him.
High up in a tree,
Beete eyes stare ahead.
I'm shocked,
The small bug
Sounds so giant.

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