Bees
This place
This space
Is not for me.
Listen:
The deafening buzz,
the roar,
Of pollination.
More bees
Than I have ever
Seen before,
Speeding to feed, Desperate to fulfil
The needs of the
Queen.
The hum
As all the bluebells
Come alive, Shaken by tiny legs
As furry forms Bumble next to each other On this sunny day.
Copyright © Emily Joshua | Year Posted 2020
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