A Simple Feast
by Aidenn A. Spelling
They come in droves
Just like an army
To gather, to forage
To work, to collect
They fill the air
Busy buzzing about
Filling their buckets
With bread and honey
They jump around
One flow’r to the other
Sniffing, sensing
Tasting, Nibbling
And at day’s end
Return to the land
To store their catch
And feast with family
Happy Thanksgiving!
THE END
Aidenn's Journey 