bee & butterfly,
drawn to the same fragrant bloom,
work in harmony.
Bee and Butterfly [Haiku]
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old wasp nest:
looks like the whole hive
hulked its way out.
Little fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

the bee wallows
in pollen like a drunk
sprawls on a bar’s floor.

the sunflower
catches warm afternoon sun,
but bees aren’t impressed.