A Conversation I Recently Had with a Bee

O bumbly bee
Fly not too near me
For I do not wish to be
Stung.

Go stick your tail
In some petaled pail
Of quality pollen far
Flung.

I’ll admire you
And your work new
As Spring life from
Cold ground is
Sprung.

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve not stopped writing, but I did stop posting here for a while. Sometimes you need to take a little time to think about where you put your art and why.