In my garden I am

watching bouncing Bees

Riding on the breeze of selfish motivation.

My flower,

she gets nothing but a charming vibration

From a low and lusting Bee

His hips trembling

tongue wagging

eyes like a teenage Dog.

The space around my head becomes dense

I notice a black Cat crouching

licking his lips

swaying his hips

eyes like a shiny shell

A sterling Starling stops talking and

takes a moment to peer over a leaf

at the flower in my garden

bewailing about the Bee

Black feathers on a small sandy tongue.

Penchant Leaf shutters and

I blame it on a passing breeze.

Any excuse to use

my heavy human mind.