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Waiting on the cusp

Watching the preparations

All the bees are buzzing

Heading to their destinations

Kids with endless energy abound

Others barely make sound

Some are gold adorned

They’re almost asleep, so bored

Thunder from afar

A sound not a whisper

Courage in their chest

Soldiers weapon a painful blister

Bees in flight a wondrous sight

Packed like their fishy cousin

Above the cloud they reach the light

Some alone others by the dozen

Some bees are confused

And argue with a turtle

They may end up bruised

Life can be brutal

Other bees fly in pairs

A flock of birds commute together

From flower to flower bounty they share

In all manner of weather

Oh those industrious bees

They gift the world not with money

How they hustle, how they bustle

And trade their life

For a single speck of honey