In My Next Life
In my next life, I will be a honey bee.
A small, fuzzy, brown, with prickles on my knee.
I will feel utterly, wholly super-differ-ous,
Because I will now be completely mellifluous.
I will be selective in choosing flowers,
No hasty decisions, it’ll take me hours.
Will scare people with my annoying buzzing.
Sneaking up beside their ear, whisper cussing.
Yes, roses and lilacs are my favorite now.
But my brain is small, in my life as a cow.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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