The bee
With it’s eyes
Shining like polished glass
It’s filmy wings buzzing hard
Pollen blowing away
In that cool,
Pine-scented breeze.
Antennae twitch and waver,
Sensing for that smell
That sweet smell
Of a flower.
The bee will suck up the flower’s pollen
Like a ravenous wolf
From the pack.
The flower knows nothing
Of the hidden stinger
Cuts me like a knife.
Thanks for reading! I know I have been stung quite a few times by bees and my fondness for them (or lack of) shows in this poem. However, in all honesty bees are wonderful! They really help our environment! I just don’t like getting stung.
Mayah XO
Also,a very important fact.Over 80% of the food we eat wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for bee pollination.
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