Bugs

Droning, bees buzzing around

Heard Bingo sneeze, sound profound

His snot like honey, wry

Sparked laughter to the sky

The trees he sought higher ground.

There’s a fly, Bob, quite renowned

In small town, his feats astound

Sore and fly, jobs well done

Lungs you say, I have none

Walks up and down, skills unbound.

Amidst the flowers, Zinna’s crown

Soars for hours, her grace renown

Tasting sweet, it’s complete

She never misses a beat

Her wings, strength, never go down.

Stick, a stick bug, no rebounds

Slower in any backgrounds

She can hide in the wild

She can hide from a child

A life of stillness, it sounds.