A Musical Sound?
When someone’s voice is on repeat, You might begin to tap your feet; As into music, words do change, Sometimes the sounds we hear are
Bees
An Invisible Disorder
Your yellow petals shine with amber glow, And glisten in the cool autumnal breeze; Yet whilst I love the golden arcs you throw, It is
The Bees’ Scented Secrets
The bees effervescently Secreted sweet scents. They smelt smelly feet Then went wherever The sweetest smells went. They neglected the less Sweet smells, Seeded the
Twisted Love
Emerging from my host now fully grown, I test my twisted wings on freedom short; Then start my search for your sweet pheromone, And spy
The Pollen Thieves
The nightshade is a plant locked in a war, They keep their pollen under lock and key From pollen thieves who try to hit their
The beekeepers are wondering what to do
The beekeepers are wondering what to do, Their stock has fallen by forty per cent; They scratch their heads and only wish they knew What