Working bees

Bees fly hard all day

Bringing nectar home to me

Sweetness to share now

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Writing

I’ve not done very much writing of anything recently. I’ve not scrawled out a poem for a few weeks, not even a line or two. I’ve not thought about my writing group homework either. That’s nothing unusual. My best work is done under pressure in the last hour before the meeting.

Texts

At 7am my phone stirred
It bleated and it cried
It wailed and it chunnered
I thought someone had died.

It beeped and made a lot of noise
Alerting me to a text
I blearily put on my specs
And pressed the buttons next

Still not well the message said
I’m off to A&E
Can you mind the chickens
Again today for me?