Bee & Honey

Today, on a theme of birds and bees.  Someone advised, the small white spider, pictured two-years ago, was a predator of bees.

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Once upon a time

A very large bee

Was watched by a

Very pale white spider

That sat down

Beside him, or her

Whatever the case may be

The bee hoarded

All the pollen

Until its fuzzy body

Became quite swollen

For bees weren’t

Into sharing or caring

Bees were quite selfish

So, if you see a bee hoarding

It’s best to ignore it

As did the wise pale-white spider

 

–Image, Craig Roberts–

TAKING IT EASY

Maybe I’ve been taking it too easy lately and liking it too much?  Every day I pass a vacant lot with circular concrete driveway and sidewalks.

Someone’s dream home gone one September night.  There’s a lovely pier–which pelicans use.  What did the house look like before the hurricane?

A custom made concrete post with embedded mailbox inscribed 8951 greets passers-by.  The nine is missing, but the outline can be clearly seen.  Why does this haunt me?

Discarded real estate signs litter the prime waterfront property.  Nobody seems to be interested.  There’s been a mini building boom this year–four new houses.

Overgrown shrubbery hides memories of ghostly desperate voices from eleven years ago.  The monument to storm surge destruction, at 8951, remains a mystery.