Half-handed Cloud
Bees Baked A Loaf For Me (Or Flour From Flowers?)
As I go for honeyed bread I wear a net upon my head To keep the bees outside instead of landing on my faceTheir nest is for the bread to bakeA round house coil like a snakeLet's work in harmony to make a loaf of sweetest tasteDown into the deepest flowers, gather powderFly back up the petals to the hiveIn the flower when they flutterWe will spread our bread with butterAnd consider if the flower's keeping us aliveThe swarm was dispatched When i saw the loaf and snatchedAll honey on the comb when I'm alone and they stopped watching to see if I liked their mealI've seen them fill the windowsillNow let me eat to my delightThe bees have buried to conceal a stinger in the bite
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