Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

This Deal Won't Sting

               I know a little bird
                  lives just up the way
               He tells me he prays for rain
                  at dawn of every day

               What’s wrong with that? he asked
                   seeing confusion fill my face
                What’s wrong with sunshine? I inquired
                    pleading my case

                 Let’s make a deal: You produce fat, juicy worms
                    whenever it’s nice and sunny
                 And I’ll tell my partners, the bees
                    ~ Stick to procreation and honey

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sara Etgen-Baker August 3, 2026 at 3:02 PM the art of negotiation 😊

Kim Rodrigues August 2, 2026 at 3:27 PM Can you imagine (well yes you can) pleading with the birds and bees, the rain and sunshine.

Joseph P. DiMino August 2, 2026 at 6:15 AM Beauty in the eyes of the beholder. When I add water to the birdbath each morning, lots of bees show up to take drinks while birds approvingly tweeting. The little colorful love-birds are the bravest, flapping around me while in my connected process. Water, birds, bees, dogs, flees...somehow it all works out for the best when each does his or her small part. Got me thinking my friend.

John Lawless August 2, 2026 at 5:53 AM is this another fish story....