Poetry 123: A Simple Feast

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

 

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