She’s not dainty—
No, not her,
Busy as she carefully lands on the yellow blossoms,
Turning herself about as she peeks her small head inside and peers
For the delicious treat she’s there to gather
Sometimes, she pauses for a long while,
Still as the water in the morning before the dogs come out for their morning jaunt
Little legs perched carefully on the soft petals
At other times, she lands on the painted metal,
Drying her wings from the hose’s mist during a morning watering
Or resting in the heat that scorches the leaves, wilting them like fainting ladies
Her fur coat, once lustrous and young,
Now a little worn, a bit fuzzier than when she first debuted all those weeks ago
She knows all the best flowers to gather from
And grab afternoon nectar to hear the latest gossip round the hive
Perhaps, she is only taking a nap,
Before she carries on,
Never tarrying for too long
But just enough to keep going before returning to her sisters.
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"hear the latest gossip around the hive." Priceless.