Mister Bee

• Luke Brear, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

Mister Bee look at him fly.
Up there, high in the sky.
With his wings of glistening clear.
I heard him buzz past my ear.
When he found no pollen in a flower.
His mood became quite dour.
Swiftly his flight became toil.
He plummeted down to the soil.
Mister Bee could no longer fly.
So he lay on the ground to die.