Impish Grace
Along the creek, the sunbeams dance,
On purple spikes that caught my eye,
A fuzzy bee is in a trance —
she’s bobbing, buzzing, bumbling, by!
She rolls in pollen, head to toe,
And takes a sunny, fuchsia seat,
Uncaring this is a “no-grow,”
She knows she’s found a tasty treat.
So pretty in the afternoon,
Magenta splash of impish grace,
We’ll let the bumblebee just spoon,
Enjoying this enchanting place!
‘Til next time, y’all…
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