The Bee

I watched the bee

Within its flight

Pause upon the clover.

Its legs were

Were heavy with

What is life.

I watched her search

For pollen on the flower

And finding none

Move on.

She Flew

Then p  a  u  s  e  d .......

Then flew again.

Never resting,

Always moving




Thus she went

Unaware of being


In her world

On the other side

Where I could not step

Beyond the chain link fence.

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Violet Carolina's picture

Bees aren't often admired, but moreso feared. I liked this style and beauty described. Thanks. V.

Melissa Rives's picture

Nicely done, I like how you ended this. Nice style to with the "paused" effect!