When we returned from our last holiday I found this poor, dead bee on the kitchen floor. It must have become trapped inside the house and starved to death...so sad.
I wrote this a couple of years ago.
Oh to be a bumblebee!
With his golden stripes
-how many was it? Three?
I couldn't see as he
bumbled past!
Buff-tailed humble,
ponderous pollinator.
Such an endearing creature;
so docile and gentle.
He flies fuzzily on lustrous,
filigree wings. Weaving
through heavenly,
herbacious borders;
wallows among pollen-laden
stamens.
Intoxicated with high octane
elixir, his faceted gossamers
vibrate puffs of sweet powder.
A furry form festooned in a
magical potency as his
buzz-forage mission accomplished.
Beautiful bumblebee.
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