Merops apiaster
The West African beauty
flits and struts in pretty plumage--
always watchful,
intently listening,
waiting for the worker bee
to foolishly fly in front of her--
freeing her from the drudgery
of having to hunt for herself.
Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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