Bee With A Brush
On the delicate petiole blush,
Did I see a honey bee with a brush,
Entranced like never before,
Did she look enticing on her seat of hope,
Splendidly painting on a canvas magnificent,
she paused for a moment in glorious thought,
With a hand on her oval like waist,
she was in misery of what she knew not,
In her imagination did it look good,
in her reality of all that is black and gold,
Threw her brush in the bush,
Her canvas with a push,
And sucked from the soft like plush,
The sweetness with just a shrug,
Of wings festooned like a lug,
On the delicate petiole blush,
Did I see a honey bee flush.
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After the Morning Prayer
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