Bees of Burden

Your pollen sacks, dear little bee,
Are full to overflowing.
It must upset your balance
In all your to-and-fro-ing.
Be careful how you fly, now,
And do watch where you're going.

I don't believe you're listening,
Your mind is so intent
On gathering more pollen
And breathing that sweet scent,
So when you're gone the flowers
Will wonder where you went.

poem © Celia Warren 2013