Hive Cycle

I was stung one

Summer, I was pushed

About the hive, a drone

Who flew too high, my

Wings were snapped in

Two and I was left

For dead, stuck to the

Honey I’d help produce.

 

But never mind, many

Summers have passed

That honey is long

Gone and I am

Born to another life,

A new queen, a new

Day and a world of pollen

To seize.