Summer's Guests

Oh! How I dreaded for the bee to come But he came this summer with all his kin He has invaded the peas, beans, and corn They have turned the garden into their den I have not seen the Purple Martin yet Coming to swoop and dive at early eve Surely we have enough bugs to feed him And his family this I do perceive Why has he stayed away_not come today Did he loose way coming from winter's stay Or is the housing here too old, too small To accomodate growing family Maybe too humid for him since trees Have been removed__trees that carried breeze Lifting him high on air currents to swoop Early in the morn and early dusk's eve (Needs work..Yet; Came to me after reading Emily Dickinson)