Stinging Poem by Billy Loving

Pain so intense
Pleasure so immense
A frightful delight
As the bees begin to light
The nest, I have found
Their lair underground
From the mower I run
Knowing what I have done
To the air they go
Defending what's below
They fly this way and that
As nimble as a cat
Air I swat
Burning so hot
Stinging so profound
Making not a sound
A split decision
As their stingers make their incision
At the house I stop
Feeling as though I may drop
Numbing pain
Making me insane
Reddening of the skin
Not knowing where to begin
Swelling of the flesh
Number of stings, just a guess
Pain's playful throb
As I go back to my job
Some water I request
Before I return to the nest
I ease the mower away
Time to finish out the day