The Bee

If a general manager for
a beehive rugby team
had dispatched an agent
to scout prospects
trust me, he would have
tapped this burly fellow
already sporting gold-black
striped team colours and
likely distracted him from
hovering, scoring, winning
pollen from an abundance
of woodland dogwood
blooming saucer-sized
flower panicles despite
blustery wind hot as the Sahara
under a thunder-headed sky.