The BumblebeeA Poem by Paul FosterNature PoemThe Bumblebee lies still on the ground near the park bench. Is it dead? Or just resting? It's wings twitched? Didn't they? Or was it just the wind? Perhaps it is just tired of collecting pollen He just needs a minute and he will be off again.
I look at him for 10 minutes, I'm not so sure now. He looks pretty dead. So I do the standard check! Poke it with a stick! Yeah! It's dead! © 2015 Paul FosterAuthor's Note
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AuthorPaul FosterDerbyshire, High Peak, United KingdomAboutNew Poet, Looking for feedback and advice. more..Writing
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