I try to make friends with so many of the forest bees
Hoping they won’t sting me when I climb their trees
I do get a bit nervous when they start circling my head
They should know by now I give them nothing to dread
I’m not sharing any of my collected bees honey
And I’m not gathering it either to make money
I’m storing it for when we’re deep into winter
It’s wise to plan ahead so I’ll always have dinner
What I am wondering is where do my busy bee friends go
When trees have no leaves and the grounds covered with snow
They tell me they stick closely together in their insulated hive
And I gave out a roar when they said they eat honey to survive
Author Eileen Clark 2022
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- Author: Eileen Clark (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 15th, 2023 10:41
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Good write Eileen.
Thank you. 🙂
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