Friday 12 March 2010

Bees

Tumdy dah, 

what a lovely car, 

under the tree, 

covered in bees, 

flapping their wings, 

knocking thier knees,

stingers ready, 

curled tenderly.

Watch them swarm 

into the sky, 

like a flying mat, 

or a hair net flung.

Flick of the wrist 

they are all gone.