To Think
Outside the sun was shining,
Neglected plants were whining.
Sandals placed upon my feet-
To care for the garden in the heat.
'Hello Flowers, I Love You'
The sky above azure blue.
That's when I heard buzzing around my head
A boisterous bee which was well fed.
Seemed like an hour
Local bee thought I was a flower
Running inside in such a state-
With no idea of the bees fate.
Now he rests near my kitchen sink
To think..
To think...
The bee thought I was a giant flower!
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2018
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