Bumbled Bee
Bumbled bumble bumble bee
flew from bloom to bloom,
busy-busy-a-buzzing-buzzy-busy
Heard by flowers
from here to there, a-mumbling to himself...
saying… no-not-right, no-not-this-one, no-no-not-good.
Until finally touching down
on daisy's yellow landing pad
for the gathering
of his day harvest.
As so be for me busy
all a-buzzing all the day,
programmed for mindless tasks
of mute survival
of all that
‘must-do doing’
‘I just-have-to…’
all that buzzing work
for to gather
all the must-haves
for my day harvest.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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