Bee Vanity
'twas a lovely summer's UK morn.
A bee rested on a fragrant flower.
Known in his colony to be most ornery.
In floral bushes, that mean bee rested.
Waiting to harm a human, to him it was
to be a fun bloody-fest.
Then, a loving grandfather got the bee in his scope.
Ah, to sting this man, was his great hope.
But alas, he noticed the grandfather's
camera and soft smile.
Grandfather whispered, "what a lovely
honeybee!.
The bee posed for the camera, forgot
his orneriness, so overcome by bee vanity.
July 22, 2020
7/22/2020
Inspiration for poem...Tom Cunningham
Thank you, Tom for always being there!
~Panagiota~
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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