A bee who can't get out of her poppy
is a bee
whose number might be up.
I tipped her out and she fell to the ground.
I thought, 'She might try
to lighten her load.'
She did not. I put her in a jar
for a while;
put her in for observation;
with Another Bee
with whom there was nothing wrong.
I could tell Number-up
from Another Bee
by the pollen on Number-up's legs.
They settled down
after less than some minutes.
I let them out after some;
by which time both looked sick.
I said, 'Sorry, Number-up
and sorry and bad luck, Another Bee.'
I came back inside then went back.
Number-up I couldn't see
and sick Another Bee
I put back in a poppy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I first saw the title in the New Poems Section, I could not figure out what on earth this poem might be about. But after reading the entire poem, it made sense. It sounds as though too much opium did the poor little critters in! : D A very cute, sweet poem Douglas.