For a short time
You in black and yellow prime
Look dangerously fine.
Buzzing around,
With that head turning sound,
Till summer nears its end
Then you and your friends,
Can be found twitching
On the heated ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Oh, the death of a Bee, so sad. Such a short cycle of life. Lovely write though, so much said in so few words. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX