The Lucky Bumble Bee

A conventional poem about a magic moment and interaction with Bee's

 

The Lucky Bumble Bee

 

Peaceful day at Picnic pool

Sun through wattle tree

Distressed and drifting by

Was a soggy Bumble Bee

 

Around and around on setting sun

Long buzz of its despair

Ripples upon reflective water

Bait for trout to snare

 

In my hand a thin long branch

From a nearby tree

Floating gently on the water

Towards that Bumble Bee

 

Hand over hand and on a log

Warm air I gently blow

Onto receptive open wings

And home that Bee does go.

 

 

Authors note: This actually happened. It was a fairy book setting with small finches flitting from tree to tree; a last minute feast before the sun set. I had just congratulated myself on my good deed for the day and melted back into the peaceful moment with my thoughts drifting like bubbles on the water, when I became aware of a buzzing noise. While in deep thought I had become surrounded by bees, an uncountable number of bees. They circled above my head and and several hovered right in front of my glasses, with eye to eye contact. After several minutes, one bee headed downstream in the same direction the rescued bee went, and the rest followed. It was obvious something special had just happened, leaving me feeling very privileged. Years later in the New South Wales wilderness I met an old mountain man, telling him the story. He had lived with the bees, he said, and when something exciting happens to a bee, it goes back to the hive and does a dance. It then leads the other bees back to the thing that excited it.