Bees have taken over the garden.
their liveliness competes
with slovenly flight of flies,
flies that bite, mercilessly.
Bees never sting me.
They simply move aside
as I weed and prune.
Then move back into the space
I have vacated.
We dance together
in harmony, the bees and I.
There is no waltzing with flies.
I perform a jig
to avoid their biting touch.
I love the bees.
The flies? Not so much.
annarino writes 