A BUD

 

 

 

A bud so sweet,

Enticing treat.

It throws off heat,

Dance to its beat.

 

Its scent draws me near,

Still not feeling fear.

It soon becomes clear,

I shouldn’t be here.

 

The buzzing becomes loud,

Near my face big and round.

I quickly hit the ground,

Hoping I won’t be found.

 

The birds are chirping,

And I’m not hurting.

The sun is shining,

My bud is smiling.