Hive member. Natural drone
buzzing drowsily at eye level in the oven-like haze
of a summers day
somehow knowingly choosing particular flowers
that, more nectar promising
fragrantly stand out from
the multi-coloured floral crowd he hovers above.
He is making the very best,
of, being ( no pun intended ) in the right place at the right time.
This winged collector, this stripey fur jumper wearing Dumbledore
his hair-thin legs already much clung to
by the precious amber toned delicious honey to be ( no second pun intended )
nonchalantly flits here and there but at the ready to sting if disturbed
ever so gently alights
upon certain pollinating subscribers
one, taking, one giving, each able to persuade the other
to intimately comply with the task in hand.
That beautiful interaction, at the point of pleasing
the observer's eye's, is privileged permission given by nature
for their appreciations to luxuriate in.