A mad hornet once met a sweet humble bee.
They made love. They made honey.
They swirled through the orchards
And danced on the flowers.
The apple and pear trees grew drowsy
From their blissful buzzing and
Scrambling soft feet.
The blossoms grew drunk
From their own wild nectar.
The orchard rejoiced in the hornet-mad honey.
Shelia
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