yellow spotted black velvety bee <br />that came buzzing at the garden <br />which rages with bougainvellea <br />of pink, red, and vermillion red <br /> <br />a tree of sour sop <br />squirrels scoured here <br />up there, a lumpy dangling fruit <br />sported a loose crevice <br />that exhibited the farmer's sore <br />some red eyed birds <br />had carved for midday fare <br /> <br />at the mishmash of cabbage leaves <br />robins had hopped, looked at me <br />wondering i were friend or foe <br /> <br />neighbour, bent with her frond hat <br />and weather beaten clothes <br />worked without a sound <br /> <br />the yellow spotted bee's <br />buzz still as lively as it was then <br />and it still looks older - than me<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-bee/
