The Anatomy of Fortune

Acrostic: "The Big Mystery of the Bees"

Bees I know are living in honeycomb

Igloos, banning fossil fuels and greenhouse

Gas, suturing the wounds in the ozone

Maybe the bees will come home soon

You will know they are back when

Smoke fills your lungs and there is a lingering

Taste of honey on your tongue

Even the beekeepers don't know where they went

Research will not help, for the bees are in outer space

You can believe what you like, of course