Bees

I think that I shall never see
an insect lovely as a bee.

A bee whose hungry mouth is pressed
against honey, second rate at best.

A bee that can’t see all day
because too many eyes are in the way.

A bee that may in summer wear
A risky yellow – people stare.

Upon whose belly honey has lain
and sticks to windows on the train.

Parodies are made by fools like me
but only honey comes from the bee.

J.A.Scott