Sweetgoldstuff
A fly dances
On a blooming flower.
A bee buzzes along
Busies itself digging for nectar,
The fly dashes, dances on the petal.
When done the bee flies away.
Unhindered the fly digs for nectar?
It never goes away,
I go away, free myself from spectacle,
I know honey is sweet.
Copyright © Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu | Year Posted 2017
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