The Honey Bee Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

There was a honey bee in my head
Singing a song so loud
I could not work, I could not sleep
Till I got that out

He sang of the flowers, wild and lovely
Scattered in grass so green
He sang of the sweet nectar that lay
In each flower hidden

I asked him where he went each night
After the sun went down
He talked of his little secret den
That hung on a tree's crown

He sang of the little honeycombs
Where he stored his daily find
Where he saved for his future children
The fruit of his daily grind

I looked at the honey bottle that lay
In a corner of my table
I could not escape the feeling of guilt
For stealing the gold of the bee

There was a honey bee in my head
Singing a song so loud...