A Winter's Poem

Busy bee,
To your hive do flee.
Hibernate quick,
Before winter's cold kiss.
Dream of spring and pollen,
And warm sun drops of gold.


4/6/10: I guess bees don't really hibernate. they become torpid and form a huge mass in the hive about the size of a football to conserve heat, frequently rotating from inside to outside and back in. However, I am going to let my little poem stand.