The yellow striped torso caught the sun,
revealing the trembling tiny hairs
and fragile filigree wings working
with God to nurture nature and so
—-
the bee flew over the fence to
the fragile flowers opening to the sun,
and heard the happy buzzing of harvest;
as the sipped sweetness of stamens and
—-
packed pollen baskets ensuring survival.
and banded bodies caked with yellow dust
feasted on people poisoned plants, and
—-
Struggling back to a busy, booming base
grew the honeycomb for the winter’s food.
The six-sided cells filled with sweetness,
Bursting with new life, delighting
the dancing queen. Til,
—–
everyone of them sickened and died.
That’s good 😊