Orange Honeysuckle

I was in constant competition with the bees Vying for orange honeysuckle from the trees Bulbs of orange waiting on a cue Warm and sweating, we kids were a few Squeezing pure sweet nectar down our throats The last drops with eyes closed is what we knew We were the collectors of sweet nectar That belonged to the bees I guess they got fed up And stung the hell out of us, with glee! My lip was swollen and served me right Three days of no sucking was my plight My friends laughed at this sight The bees were back in action without competition from me! 7.6.2021 Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury Contest: A Tender moment from Childhood.