The Bee

He skitters and he scatters,
He zips and he zaps,
It is you he flatters,
He knows we are a couple of saps!

The music plays happily,
Dancing to the beat he performs never a slip!
High in the sky, he dives so craftily
Floating and soaring he ends with a flip!

We laugh and we giggle!
To the front of the bee,
I saw your finger wiggle!
"Sit" you shouted with glee!

Seducing you, the bee has his fun
Tears run freely as we jest,
For your love he has won!
A perfect moment held dear in my breast!


For Tim
My teacher
My student
Of living in the moment!

Blessings

Denise © May 21 2004