• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.3

A bumbling ballet. An attitude cheery.

A drone takes the sky in his corpulent way.

He sings as he visits

A flower, a flower.

Too quick for the eye,

He pilfers, he loads

His pockets with sunshine,

With pollen of gold.

He chases - not spoils,

Not wealth, nor excess

But days with more flowers,

More sunlight;

Nights with more baby bees,

dear in their beds.


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