The bee slid from flower to flower
Unaware of passing hours
Chasing the sun as shadows passed
Over mossy walls and summer grass
And high above on gentle sway
The heat kissed breeze sighed away
And held the bird in softened arms
That stretched across the English farms
And each hot draught breathed by the land
Raised the bird upon its hand,
Then gently while it held its sigh
Allowed the bird to glide from high
While still the bee in honey trance
Played upon its merry dance
Reflected in the blackened eye
Of the bird up in the sky
Then all at once a shadow fell
Across the blossomed citadel.
The bee looked up
‘Oh Crap!’ he said.
The bird devoured his bumbling head