Beautiful bumblebee,
Ginger stripes, blonde streaks.
Buzzes
Through the air,
Ugly fruit fly, clipped wings,
Flying together, in harmony.
Through a host of flowers,
Like a shop each one offers a delicacy
To each of the liking, of such simple insects,
Antennae in antennae, like lovers holding
Hands.
They inspect around subtle beauty,
Realising the cost of carrying such lush
Pollen is far too much.
They travel to the blander flowers,
The same beauty as any other but lighter,
Cheaper less quality pollen it offers,
And they roll around in it, the bumblebee
Disgruntled at the cheapness of the flowers
They invest in.
All the while, male bumblebees fly around,
Giving the fly looks of such quirkiness.
Such beauty, by the fly’s side as love,
And they know it is love, because no insect,
Shops for pollen together in such cute coupling,
The stroking of antennae, the gentle serenading buzzing,
And the smell of jealousy,
As strong and as sweet as any flower.
