If the hive steams,
the honey wanes.
Mama Bee gets testy
when her sugar
doesn’t reach the throne..
So stop all that wing flapping
stirring hot air and deliver
the goods I can turn into gold.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
I did a little research on angry bees, fascinating.
Comments
I love the tone of this poem.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
much love...