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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