Nightingale of Poetry

Buzzing Bees

In a reflective buzz of harmony, the bees

sung their way through the summer haze.

Buzzing around in idyllic ways.

Nature molded her bees as dazzlingly as her blooms; together they were

the finest of common art.

The bees were as saccharine as

the nectar they looked for - each was the brilliant yellow

of each sunny wander off in fantasy land with

reassuringly dark bands that often confused them

with zebras.