This is harder than I thought it’d be. So many things I’d like to write about come out seeming trite in poetry. Here’s my offering for today:

Poem 10

Bumblebees

By Michelle Garren Flye

Did you know she could sting more than once?

It’s not a suicide mission like with a honeybee.

The bumble can rule the planet if she wants.

But she’s content carrying out her mission,

Visiting the flowers and making her honey.

Pausing to check out her reflection in my window.