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