Poem: My Hive

[atualamadeus]

Apparently, bees dance to communicate about where all the good flowers are

And which petals are best for napping in.

 

I can't waltz or tango

I am horrible at the foxtrot 

And don't ever ask me about the last time I did the Cha Cha Slide

 

But I talk in dace just like bees, I think 

Because I use my body to point to the nearest 7-Eleven (the one with the best icees) 

And I pat the couch cushions to tell my dog to get on up next to me and take a nap.

And sometimes, just like the bees, I hum while I do my work. 

 

Whatever queen I may be serving, I hope she likes my dance

And I hope that the love for my friends is sweet enough honey to keep her warm 

In the cold hard months to come.

Another class assignment that I ended up enjoying. I can't remember what the prompt for this was, but I wasn't in a poetry class so it wasn't anything complex. I don't do a ton of poetry, but the last post I made reminded that I had this (and one other!) that I thought I might as well put here.