Bee Rescue
I rescued a bee from a bucket.
His bristles were spiky and damp.
His wings failed to flutter,
His legs wouldn’t wiggle.
The leaf-boat I made simply sank.
It started to rain in the garden.
I fished out the bee with a flower.
I fetched an umbrella,
And squatted beside him.
We waited together for hours.
The sun fought the rain and we dried out.
The bee stretched its wings like a plane.
He shook out his legs,
Then waggled his tail.
I grinned as he flew off again.
His bristles were spiky and damp.
His wings failed to flutter,
His legs wouldn’t wiggle.
The leaf-boat I made simply sank.
It started to rain in the garden.
I fished out the bee with a flower.
I fetched an umbrella,
And squatted beside him.
We waited together for hours.
The sun fought the rain and we dried out.
The bee stretched its wings like a plane.
He shook out his legs,
Then waggled his tail.
I grinned as he flew off again.
This poem is copyright (©) Lisa Allen 2024
About the Writer
Lisa Allen
Lisa Allen lives in Liverpool with her husband, two mini bookworms and a perpetually hungry black cat. In a past life, she was a business journalist, but more recently enjoyed a brief stint as a college librarian. Her MG fiction and poetry usually features baked goods, comedy and mythical, magical mayhem. Twitter: @Bozzle
