Suspicions
by Charlotte Fiske Bates
Of those that make our honey, it is known
That feared and beaten back, they turn and sting.
While, fearlessly, if they are let alone,
In time they fly away on harmless wing.
And so suspicions buzz like angry bees:
Do they torment you with their threatened stings?
Oh! Let them buzz as near you as they please;
Keep quiet. They, as well as bees, have wings.
Notes:
Today is the birthday of the American writer and poet Charlotte Fiske Bates, who was born on November 30, 1838.
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A close-up view of a dense cluster of honey bees, showing their golden brown and black striped bodies and translucent wings.