1/29/2017
The bees and the trees
dance in the breeze—
singing inspired harmonies.
When out of the blue,
in this peaceful milieu,
trots in an oblivious caribou.
The bees and their buddies
say he looks funny
as they brew the sweetest honey.
But the caribou is sly;
he knows it’s just a short climb
to find the hive
and into the honey he will dive.
While the tree branches snap,
bark peels back,
dripping the purest sap.
The climb brings him close
to the sweetest honey’s host,
so he readies his freshly warmed toast.
On the way down he gets stuck
in the sticky sap—YUCK!
So he sips his fresh-brewed roast,
nibbles on his honey and toast,
while he awaits the sticky grip to give up.
(I hope he has a lot of toast!)