He saw a speck of yellow
fluttering about in the meadow.
Deciding the sky would still be there
he jumped down from the tree
and felt a whoosh air
escape his tiny lungs.
The boy got a closer look
at what he surely mistook
for a flying fleck of dust.
He leaned his head down low
to see the speck had tiny wings.
And oh what uncensored joy
that bit of knowledge did bring!
It had alternating stripes
of yellow and black.
And though his zany flight course
was difficult to track,
he followed his new found friend, the bee,
with glassy observant eyes.
His untamed joy was plain as day
as he spotted the bee
zoom straight into a hive.
(and oh the buzzing!
that frantic buzzing oh so alive!)
His massive boulder of an eye
peered inside one of the hexagonal holes
He beamed, in high soprano,
the very essence of his childlike soul,
"I see by all this glowing honey
that you, my friend, have been quite busy!
Surely your supply is more than ample,
may I not partake a tiny sample?"
What happened next you need not know
for it all took place so many moons ago.
You could say from that moment on
the boy no longer elicited a joyous song
when catching sight of a bothersome bee.
Perhaps the boy ran from the house,
holding in his arms, his mother's crockery.
Maybe a delightful evening took place
as he drank the golden syrup
for his tongue to taste.
Who's to say for sure?
(If your memory's foggy
just ask the bird.
Surely he could recite the scene
word for word).
All I know is that I was there that day
in that distant memory...
... so very far away.
SURPRISE PD!... a poem you have not read before.