Sea-green pattypan
Over a tumbled wall.
It's an old yard,
That's all.
If I have made,
Among things growing,
Any discovery,
It is not owing to
Clever recovery, ecocosm,
But to three bees
Aerial dance, selection and,
On close inspection,
Two patient ants.
Such a way with words, I guess that's why it's called poetry LOL :)
ReplyDeleteI love 'aerial dance'...
I can't believe Norma got close enough to the three bees to take that picture...
Michelle--Thank you! But Norma knew she was perfectly safe. Bees are used to us here and, unlike wasps, quite indifferent to humans in general.
ReplyDeleteSweet. :-)
ReplyDeletePearl
Pearl-- Thanks! So are you.
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