Conversing With The Queen Poem by Billy Loving

Down the tunnel, I go
To see an old friend below
Buzzing starts to surround
Pleasing, familiar sound
At the entrance, a gruff worker bee
Standing guard, patiently waiting for me
Guiding my way through the maze of pale gray walls
Smell of honey fills the halls
We reach the center of the hive
At the queen's chamber, we finally arrive
Table overflowing with sweats
To sit, she politely entreats
Conversing, my friend and I
So fast, the time passes by
A final sip, time to leave again
Setting a date for my next journey within
From my seat, I rise
As sadly, we say our goodbyes
Soon to return once more
Company of my companion, I adore