A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

beeline

A line of bees 
in ordered row 
are streaming slow 
along the ground

from fro to to, 
away they come, 
and here they go,

each bops around 
in bumbling, but 
overall the march
is mesmerizing stuff. 

And at the end, 
they climb a tiny 
hill and go down 
tiny hole! In one
by one - oh, what
the hell! Who 

are these bees? 

Or are they ants?
Fresh from the hive 
with take-home kill?

A hive-mind rivalry 
mischance

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