When do the bumblebee's tend to their beds?
When does bumblebee's bumbling end?
Which way, with their sheets, do they reckon?
Is that sweet honey their nighttime incense?
Do they dream in color, those flowers,
that they spend their daytime hunting
so that their nighttime fluttering
can only follow soundly
what it sees in excess power?
Or do they see what they don't see,
the frogs below, bellowing their nightly notes
to which the bees might anecdote?
In their sleep, do they fly, or instead swim?
To do, rather, what they imagine?
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Noveyre (
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Comments2
a poetic concept that would have never come to me, intriguing to say the least
wonderful imagery, thanks for sharing
Fun interesting read !🙂
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