Winged whispers | Poem

  • Tue May 29th, 2018 1:30am
  • Life

The hummingbird askes the bee on a date

Sure, pick me up at the hive

Mmmm, too crowded replies the bird …

The rose bush … at dusk ?

Cool, I’ll see you there.

But … the bee is late.

And the bird has a roving eye

As he sips his third nectar, he spies a tipsy wren …

A secret signal … and off they go …

As the bee arrives at the bush … too late

She watches them fly away …

And questions the realistic possibilities

Of the birds and the bees

– by Colleen James