I buzz here and there
Zipping though sweet blossoms
Navigating past chipmunks and possums.
Whizzing with the cool Spring air.
Some would say
I striking fear in many
When I come near
With just the softest of my sounds.
A floral pursuit
Searching for the sweetest
Velvety bulbs with neatest
Of hearts, calling for all of natures tourist.
Sprinkling pollen
Along the way
Even from flowers who have fallen.
I just
Take
Take
Take
For I am
A swindler of
Ambrosial nectars.
Albeit,
for some
I can be
Quite deadly.
Ergo,
I am
a swindler
of nature’s purest of hearts.
And I am coming
To swindle your garden
And strike fear in your
Youths hearts.
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Daphsam
Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.
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