The Stone Heart

I sat by the fire, watching it slowly eat on the wood,
A cup of warm coffee sat next to me, steaming as it sat,
The eyes wobbled a bit, catching a bee that hummed past,
And I watched it sit on the plastic flower, was it a dream ?

I watched the clock hands move slowly, talking to each other,
Or was it the ticking of the hands that made the chatter loud,
I sat under the burning bush, that spoke of endless misery,
I watched the bush talk of love which arose from fear,

The bee hummed on, as it buzzed around the bush in the sky,
To be eaten by the lizard that came along, what a wonderful creation,
I heard the crushing of the wings, as the lizard closed its lips on the bee,
I watched it wreath in pain, watched it breath its last,