On The Fly

Sarah Bee sits by the arbor tree
and counts the flies in their bee hive;
she has a cup with honey sweeties,
ready for the bees to arrive.
And in this world we've walked upon
where Sarah Bee sits quietly,
the birds cajole and the bees have thoughts,
and Sarah Bee hears everything.
On a crispy day with a wicked wind
Sarah, snug, finds her perfect spot.
Cup in hand with a sniveling grin,
the birds and bees come to a whispering stop:
"There she is, that girl we see..."
"What on Earth is in that pot!"
"Do you think she knows, do you think she hears..."
"I'm to meet her. I'll do the job."
Every bug, bird, and wiggling worm
turned their bodies all around;
were they mistaken, could they be sure,
that one of us could speak with her?
A bulging, bulbous black fly
emerged with ease from his bustling hive:
"As you see, it was me, it was I,
and fear not, I will indeed try"
Heeding not any stunned gaze
he swirled and swam through the sunny air,
and Sarah Bee in her honey haze
suddenly aware of the fly by her hair.
"Well, hello! I've waited so long!
I've brought some honey treats for you!"
"You're very sweet, but I'm afraid you're wrong,
for flies have only bugs to chew..."
Sarah Bee frowned and sighed
and turned her gaze from the big black fly,
"But fear not, for I have an idea...
my honey bee friends will be very pleased..."
And so they strode behind the hive
and Sarah shared her honey sweets.
The birds and bees all surprised,
they found their hive was now complete.