Stung

I’ve often felt that wasps, have been misunderstood If the Universe created them, they must embody good So I made myself a promise, to never flinch again When a wasp buzzes by, look in its eye, slowly count to ten For days and weeks this little trick, worked magic like a charm As they flew … Continue reading Stung

Busy Bee

She buzzed around the wildflowers, stripes of yellow and blackCollecting the pollen and nectar, like her comrades, taking it backTo the hive with an aura of frantic, each bee intent on filling their storesTo satisfy their resplendent queen, see their kin through the winter once moreBut this bee had a spark of idea, growing deep … Continue reading Busy Bee