Antlers on Bees
By Bethany Sullivan
Today at dawn
I stepped outdoors
and saw a fantastic sight.
My house was in
a swampy morr,
well into the night!
I waded through
the peanut trees,
which shrank into the muck,
and I beheld
antlers on bees,
which in my hair got stuck.
I grappled with
the spiky things,
until they shouted, “Stop!”
The bees unfurled
their crystal wings,
and then fell with a plop.
And so I did
what any sane
girl in my socks would do.
I yelled my name
and ate the bees.
Don’t say you wouldn’t too!