“Oh, Buzzy Bee,
come back to me,
this silence is an agony;
please return, and set me free,
I’m imprisoned without your lullabee!”
“Oh, Buzzy Bee,
come back to me,
this silence is an agony;
please return, and set me free,
I’m imprisoned without your lullabee!”
The bees circling the lavender
lend a subtle droning irony to the day;
Dopplering here,
Dopplering there,
and buzzing about
like they don’t have a care.
Oh to be a bee,
or not to be a bee?