19 July 2023 Two poems about b(ee)s

BRIAN BILSTON - THE LAST BEE
After the last ee
had uzzed its last uzz,
the irds and the utterflies
did what they could.

ut soon the fields lay are,
few flowers were left,
nature was roken,
and the planet ereft.

MY POEM - FOGGY BUMMER
Observe the foggy bummer:
Stumbling, pollen-drunk
from bloom to bloom,
legs heavy with gold for her queen.

Rejoicing in sunlight
she moves in the moment
observes every flower,
intent on her task.

Should we, who are living
in fear and in crisis
take heed of her humming
and be more bee?