Once while resting, musing,
Mugging flowers, juggling clouds
I watched a bee taking honey
Bobbing up and down, suspended
Till his gorge was ended.
Flew a nearby hive
Did the weirdest little jive
Directions to a field of plenty
Shallow wiggles, a step, a stroll
And disappeared into a hole.
Then I pictured our spring of manna
Covered like flies on a banana
Eating piranha, making money
Sucking honey salvaging our source.