Poem: The Bees



The Bees

The bees swarm.
They flee their hive
for reasons unknown
and en-mass,
an oh-so-efficient mob,
singing “All Together Now”,
like Beatles in a submarine,
find a new home,
or at least try
before they die,
a noble journey full of madness,
but oh-so-efficient.

About this poem

My wife and others tell me I am very efficient. Some days I am. But I like myself more when I am not.

The picture was taken in the next town over, Rupert, Vermont.


One comment

  1. What a beautiful swarm. Wish I had been there with equipment to give them a new house!

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