The radio reports of bee demise
Are, frankly, troubling: The British Isles
Bereft of bees, unfertilized for miles.
The murmurings are numbered. No killers rise
From Mexico–no NAFTA-wide trifecta
For the monster-sized. That’s good, I guess,
But what about the honey bees that bless
The gold tomato flowers? No more nectar?
I’m moping at the silent garden gate.
But wait a minute, here’s a bugger preening
On a pepper leaf. And wings are forming
In that calyx. Here’s another gleaning,
Bobbing, buzzing. They exaggerate!
The media should stick to global warming!