Flying through a field full of petals
I’ve been following this one scent.
It’s been days
And I’ve been through the field so many times
But I won’t give up, my antennas don’t lie
The others may laugh as much as they want
But I know that this odor is real.
A subtle musk, an enchanting smell
The flower it emanates from must be a wonder
I’m drooling at the idea of the delicious nectar awaiting
My members won’t stop fidgeting
My wings flap nervously
At this point, I’m barely flying, more like planning.
I’m anticipating my reward and it takes over me.
Finally, I find it.
A small flower with round pink orangey petals
I feel like every hair of my black and yellow fur is dancing
The other bees at the hive said I was too young, too inexperienced
That an exquisite perfume isn’t to be trusted
That a flower with such a delightful promising syrup is bad news.
But here I am, walking on those soft petals,
Madly sucking that sweet nectar.
I’m entranced by it, seduced by the odor
So much that I don’t see those green giant petals slowly closing,
So much that I didn’t even feel the glue sticking to my body
So much that I barely felt the acid, diluting me.
2. Write a Poem using below two prompt words – * ENCHANTING * NECTAR