i'm watching a black bird
chasing a big bumble bee
poor bird can't maneuver
beneath shrubs and vines
but very persistent; i wonder
what is she guarding from
it must be the buzzing sound
that makes her uncomfortable
unless she learn to eat nectar
whatever it is she won't quit
keep chasing that bumble bee
i'm enjoying; hope you're with me
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