The Bee and Me
This bee
buzzing by,
on-the-fly,
decides to give me a try.
To clarify,
there were yellow flowers on my shirt.
I just know this is gonna hurt.
This bee
is scaring me!
Its buzzing is blaring, see!
I quicken my pace,
to get out of this place!
This bee is following me!
Aiming for the flower,
at the twelve o'clock hour,
it's zeroing in!
I'm running!
Yelling words I know are a sin.
The bee buzzing is getting closer and closer to my ear!
I'm flailing and swatting, now in fear!
I hold my breath, close my eyes tight.
I know I've lost this painful fight.
This bee,
it's going to sting!
I wait for it... but,
here's the thing;
it didn't.
It didn't!
The bee flew past!
I felt so harassed.
This bee
wanted nothing to do with me!
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Author:
Jane Frye (
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Comments2
was stung once
so i kno your fear
~
this poem made alot of sense
but like all poems born of dread
it's a shame it got scared
into being here 😉
🙂 I'm not really afraid of bees, in fact, I think that they are wonderful little beings. The poem was inspired by a golfer I saw out my kitchen window. Thank you for your comment, and for answering my question about the A- and the A+. 🙂
oh i do think they're amazing
but every time one gets in
my home, the only thing
on my mind is its sting
...of course i
open the windows
shut the door and wait
for it to find its own way
(care of flowing fresh air)
back to the flowers again!
🙂
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