I buzz here and there
Zipping though sweet blossoms
Navigating past chipmunks and possums.
Whizzing with the cool Spring air.
Some would say
I striking fear in many
When I come near
With just the softest of my sounds.
A floral pursuit
Searching for the sweetest
Velvety bulbs with neatest
Of hearts, calling for all of natures tourist.
Sprinkling pollen
Along the way
Even from flowers who have fallen.
I just
Take
Take
Take
For I am
A swindler of
Ambrosial nectars.
Albeit,
for some
I can be
Quite deadly.
Ergo,
I am
a swindler
of nature’s purest of hearts.
And I am coming
To swindle your garden
And strike fear in your
Youths hearts.
Thank you for reading. This was originally posted on my website.
About the Creator
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 12 hours ago in Petlife
Comments (6)
We wouldn't be here without good ole bees! 😁
Bees are so important in our world and say to day lives. Daily I eat their healthful food of honey and royal jelly. Wonderful work as always Daphne!!!
All in the point of view, for you provide wonderful honey & without you our crops would be as nothing & we would have no food. I consider you to be among the best of friends.
I wanna strike fear in people too, lol! Loved your bee poem!
How sweet. You waxed poetically with a sting of truth... Ha, ha. 😉
This quite the description of a bee and the help that they give us even with the fear that we may feel of getting stung by said bee.