Analysis of Haiku Bird’s Eye View

Bees seeking nectar.
I stare, looking at them.
Ignorantly stung.

Newspaper crumpled.
“Bring it to me, baby son!”
“Paper old, daddy!”

Searching for glasses.
Oh, I am getting old.
It’s on my forehead!

Chipmunks digging holes.
Their bright eyes squint profoundly.
As I look at them.

The rain is falling.
It is really coming down.
The infant yells, “Wet!”

What is a hero?
It is the figure zero.
Guarding all numbers.

The leaves have long gone.
Winter has come upon us.
My bones are brittle.