The Work of A Bee

this is me, a busy bee
flitting from flower to stem
and blossom and stalk.

it’s tough work
dragging that pollen
all sticky and clingy

from place to place
where pride is unsheathed
and starves on itself!

if it weren’t for me
those poor lil bloomings
so pretty but hungry

would wither and die
alone with themselves
the few chosen few…

well, I unmark them quick!
those marked for death
as I buzz and I murmer

all covered in sticky stuff
lugging around
the seed of all life

anyone got any sugar water?
trade ya some honey
and I won’t even sting!

I learned yesterday that when you see a bee on the ground that isn’t moving, it’s not necessarily dead, it’s probably just dead tired from carrying lots of pollen and needs re-energising.

So if you mix a tiny bit of water with some sugar and let it drink it will give it the boost it needs to continue on its way. Bizarrely, this exact thing happened today! I found a knackered bee, mixed up some sugar water, gave it a drink and watched it guzzle and guzzle then suddenly come back to life.

It was amazing! Thank you patrick, it was an excellent tip that i’ll never forget and will continue to pass on to others!

The Entire History of a Bee

comments trail behind
lazy thoughts stirred up by winds of words,
steamed up in waters of many poems

the entire history of a bee
follows it to every flower
and leaves its traces there

but the flower feels just the feet
and the breeze of tiny wings
and rejoices in the intimate kiss
of the lil buzzy bee

i guess comments
are sorta like that bee, right?
oh! well
hmm…maybe they are
more like the flower stirred
by the bee’s poetic kiss?
fragrance flying and petals sighing
and green leaves rejoicing
that God made bees

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