Poem: Bumbling Bumblebee – 31/12/19

 
 I am a bumbling bumblebee,
 I flit from flower to flower, 
 bough to bough,
 tree to tree. 
  
 I am in awe of what 
 Nature has to deliver,
 I sip, 
 I suckle,
 I collect: – 
 I leave.
  
 Bumbling from each flower to the next,
 I make my way around as though 
 I’m in my own duplex,
 where in the darkness of night, 
 I will not stumble,
 I know all the corners and turns, 
 the pieces of the puzzle.
  
 But then I reach a foreign plant,
 one which I have no awareness of,
 confusedly I ram into the branches,
 buzz, buzz, buzz, 
 grr, grr, buzz!
  
 The pollen on my back legs
 starts to disengage from my twig-like limbs,
 and there is nothing I can do because
 I must be under attack: 
 will my worker bees help me please?
  
 Falling, falling, 
 I am so bumbling,
 silly little buzzing me, 
 I should have investigated the scene before stalling.
  
 At the appearance of a swarm of wasps,
 I am required to quickly leave.
 
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