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Honeybees have no need for souls
Honeybees have no need for souls,
So content to die at their sugar god’s command.
But a wasp taught me what anger was,
Taught me how it feels not to rescue something small.
Sopping with memory’s unreal red,
The thread of a hapless caterpillar trapping her jackhammer body,
Too terrified not to be beloved in heaven.
Very well crafted poem
I also adored the subject matter and the comparison of two things that for the most part do not often find themselves getting compared. Thanks, you gave me a smile just as I was about to log off ,Your poem's title caught my eye. I enjoyed reading it immensely and was impressed that it was so good even though so succinct. Hats off to you poetess Leona! Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen and by the way, I will the next time I am on line again visit your blog. Have a beautiful bee filled spring Mother's day! winks!