B Line

Who makes a B Line
Following rays to pollen
When the honey is at home
The thrill of the chase
Beeing with the swarm
Senses wake by morn
Out the door
To wonder sorely
Where to go
Who with today?
Knowing always
She sits at home waiting
Not to say a thing
The sweetest to see
Yet the joy is in
The making
Oh to make a B Line
For her every single day
Leaving the buzz and rush
To hive and hibernate
A smoke screen
Makes us drowsy
So we forget to love
Flee for time being
Glory of alluring
Garden variety
My queen and I

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