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The Bee
I watched the bee
Within its flight
Pause upon the clover.
Its legs were
Were heavy with
What is life.
I watched her search
For pollen on the flower
And finding none
Move on.
She Flew
Then p a u s e d .......
Then flew again.
Never resting,
Always moving
On
And
On.
Thus she went
Unaware of being
Observed
In her world
On the other side
Where I could not step
Beyond the chain link fence.
Bees aren't often admired, but moreso feared. I liked this style and beauty described. Thanks. V.
Nicely done, I like how you ended this. Nice style to with the "paused" effect!