The bees break a monotony you wouldn’t
test as sacrosanct; all as busy as, and all
insistent they’ll need water in the birdbath
- it’s a display of pertinacity I cannot fake
an interest in; when taking a spell from an
unenviable task of nectar gathering, they
circle the thin water smear, skating to the
edges in controlled live-puddle-landings
surreptitiously adding; it is amazing - I am
ignored now as another non-invasive part
of the whole scene - or they reason it that
way, slaking their fill, and flying off in their
inimitable display of bee-busy-ness
© 4 September 2014, I. D. Carswell
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