If I was a young carpenter bee
I would bore in each and every tree
create a big tunnel
where family would funnel
If I was a carpenter bee
But if I was a cockchafer,
I would live a little safer,
I would hide my grubs,
for three years in muds,
If I was a cockchafer.
If not extinct, I would be a Dodo.
With my dumpy hooked bill, just so.
I would be “why-ing”
My wings aren’t flying
Bee, Bug and Fowl, don’t you know?
haikai
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the buddleia
a diurnal kingdom...
butterfly courts
a coronation
the orb brightest of orange...
painted lady crowned
bees flowerflies wasps
most grateful to their host...
the gardener
nocturnal bats moths
hedgehogs if lucky a fox...
a hidden frog croaks
dusk a blackbird claims
no doubt a choral master...
may bugs abundant
the Scots pine maypole
cockchafer fly... encircle...
black headed gulls dine
sun rays horizons
belies wonder starlit night...
late rooks kark their way
slight cooling breeze
female mosquitos' biting...
still the blackbird sings
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