Vociferous bumblebee,

rollicking and rolling amidst

golden dusted stamens - antler-anthers

furred in new velvet.

Break dancing on back, black track-suited legs

f l u r r y i n g -

drunk on pollen – can't get enough, can't get enough –

b-boying

or more rather, bee-girling.     Diving - head

first

into next obliging rose-cupped,

five-petal splendour –

crimson Colosseum. What a fuss

you make,

bluff-blustering bully, scaring adversaries,

lesser bee-opponents

who scurry away

cowed by Goliathan barbarian,

hairy as a highlander, low-growling in your throat.

                                                                          Though I

                                                                           hear impotent whine,

                                                                           should I peer imprudent-impudent-nigh,

                                                                           I would feel your stinging ire,

                                                                           knife-wielding tough, I'll leave well enough,

alone.