I am home with the bounties
Nature bestows
Still my entrails mew like a famished cat
And my eyes teary like a night owl
I would have loved to frolick
Like a butterfly but the nectar
Is stolen by wasps and bees
Bees have laid a siege
And neither the smell or sight
Of honey is near.
I am here alone singing this song
And the rest are stoics
Silently resenting the pains.
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