You cannot be on here little bee.
Resting on this loo roll, I keep here
for dog poop, not for you, little bee.
Why do you not move? When I try
to rescue you? We have to save you,
us human beings. So that you can
save us, it seems.
You cannot be here, little bee.
The cats will get you, they don’t
watch Countryfile. And anyway,
you have work to do.
Grateful for these mini dramas,
small distraction rescue.
Samantha Henthorn © 2017
Ok, the bee had flown away by the time I grabbed my phone, but there definitely is another bee on the flowers in this picture.
Happy writing, Samantha 🙂
Lovely. X
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Thank you!
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Aww! So lovely! Such a tender little poem. You have such a talent for bringing the simplest moments to life through your words.
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Thanks Jill!
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