Dance of the city bees

 On the farm

    they waggle a longing dance

    for that sweet floral hit

    of nourishing protein shake.

Life is hard

    out there in the barren sticks

    where workers scour the orzine beige,

    twerk to allay their distant itch.

Here in easy town

    the affluent trot like foxes,

    gliding across petal laden floors,

    a spring in each blossomed step.

In the urban jungle

    the gardens dazzle like meadows

    once upon a memory for hungry bees,

    who make honey, instead, in the city.

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I read an article today, research showing that bees in the countryside must travel 50% farther than their city counterparts to find food, i.e. flowers. City gardens are now more varied and diverse than our so-called 'natural' landscapes.

Thanks jggrz (pixabay) for the photo.