In
Nectar’s Shadow
Oh,
nectarine from the flower so sweet,
Why
when my proboscis partakes your tangy delight
Does
it enrich so flavorfully every part and pore?
Through my eyes of amber flints and
Through my eyes of amber flints and
The
droning rhythmic beat of my wings,
I
see clear the eyes and air.
Wonderful!
I cry. What a view!
Off in the field a bird joins this bee.
Whose
wings sing with Mother’s fast melody?
Flit flit and
buzz buzz. Such a symphony!
This
land, the ground where this contract of sound is made,
The
dandelions and tulips call. Lilies and daisies too!
Lights up the alleyways along my path,
The
call of the owl, Hoo-hoo hoo hoo-hoo!
Its
feathers raised, chest out and eyes agape,
These
are truly wondrous sounds that milk my ears.
And
night soon falls and daytime once more calls,
Busy
I flies, through the gleaming star up on high,
I
crave life’s sweet nectar for another day
Full
knowing that someday I will die.
Ryan Lindemayer
Ryan Lindemayer is an author of one published book. He enjoys experiencing the different daily things life has to offer and expresses himself in a multitude of activities, including writing. He lives in Connecticut with his family.
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