Friday, April 12, 2013

Small Bee

Someone once showed me a Chickadee
And so I stopped to stay
Noticing how unique they were
In their very common way.
So passing by a garden bud
I couldn’t help but see
Purring by a plant in bloom
A very tiny bee.
It flew among the calling flowers
Seeking nectar by the sip
Causing me to think more closely
Of its mouth parts and its tip.
A proboscis that extends and probes
Among the pollen grains
What a wonderful invention
An extension of their brains.

So silently it buzzed about
Then it was on its way
A small but glad encounter with
Our nature on this day.
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