And they do. Out on the screened porch here on the lake....the bumblebees fly in and can't get out. Then the little Wrens and Warblers come in for their own food supply...stripping them of their wings and feeding on their bodies. Yep! it's a bit of the food chain in action. Love what your poem conveys. It's awesome!
Susan
maybe they have pixie dust and happy thoughts
Have you considered joining BUG yet? Just wondering. Thanks.
Cute write; a buzzingly good poem! Well done! You get a gold medal for this fine effort!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Susan