Wednesday, February 13, 2019


A bud so sweet,
Enticing treat.
It throws off heat,
Dance to its beat.

Its scent draws me near,
Still not feeling fear.
It soon becomes clear,
I shouldn’t be here.

The buzzing becomes loud,
Near my face big and round.
I quickly hit the ground,
Hoping I won’t be found.

The birds are chirping,
And I’m not hurting.
The sun is shining,
My bud is smiling.

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