Merry Christmas, My Bees Poem by Zachary Huang

copyrighted by Zachary Huang


There is something in common
Between me and you
You are eating your honey
I'm eating your honey too

However
Your honey is in the hive
It will not ferment or go bad
But when your honey becomes mine
I add yeast and water
They become honey wine

So on this Christmas day
you are the same as usual
You eat honey
Contract wing muscles to emit heat
Is it snowing outside?
You don't really care

I'm the same as another day
I add your sweetness to my coffee
But I am always worried
Can you girls
Live to next year

Actually
You always have hope
Because spring is ahead of you
With flowers of rosemary or sage
As to me,
Ahead are loneliness and old age

Never mind,
I will toast to you with a glass of honey wine
Merry Christmas!
Dear furry friends of mine

Spring will be back soon
In April, when the walleye returns to Maumee River
There will be many flowers
There will be the lost times
And the wounds in my heart
They all wait for your proboscis
That sweet thing, to pick or to mend

Written on Christmas of 2021