Fuzzy Friend

Fuzzy Friend

As I was kneeling down today
To smell a shrubby rose
I cupped my hands around the flower
And in it dipped my nose.
But then I heard a sound above
A steady hum and buzz
A honey bee with legs so fat
All full of golden fuzz.
And so I stood to take a look
At her body long
Black and yellow stripes had she, 
Her wings buzzed a happy song.
​She too was in the roses pink
With their petals all a ruffle
And when she climbed inside each one
Her voice went all-a-muffle.
She flew around from flower to flower
Inside each center bold
She was busy with her work
Digging for treasures gold.
Sipping nectar with her tongue
She was so alive!
Gathering pollen on her legs
To bring back to her hive.
So when I work in my garden now
I think of my new friend
The honey bee who also works
Until the day's end.
I'll also think of her each time
I smell the roses sweet
How she is in the roses too
​With her golden, fuzzy feet.   

written by Christine Summerfield/July 2016