ten years old or so
i was then
the black bee
with a yellow spot
so busy, noisy
visiting pumpkin blooms
it could only be very young
but lo...it gave a solid buzz...
that it was years older than me!

inspired by

The Bee is not afraid of me
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially—
The Brooks laugh louder when I come—
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
Emily Dickinson

john tiong chunghoo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bee-is-not-afraid-of-me-2/