The wild bees are bewildered!

They swarm around two iron shepherds crooks,

searching for two red hummingbird feeders

where, just yesterday, there were

ten worker bees on each yellow, plastic blossom

sucking the sugar water.

Sweet liquor making drunkards

of otherwise sober Southern Baptist bees,

now searching fruitlessly for what was

Right There!

Right There!

But, under cover of darkness last night,

(the bees, hung over, packed away

in their honey-combed-hive)

I snuck out my back door,

checked for die-hard derelicts,

snatched the two infested feeders,

brought them to our kitchen sink,

washed the sugar water and drowned bees

down the drain,

using the disposal to finish the dirty deed.

Today, the bees returned in search of their addiction,

floating from the ground to porch-roof-top

where once, somewhere between,

hung the object of their lust.

The bees lingered in confusion,

long after their reluctant acceptance of the unexplainable.

Sorry, Boys!

You chased off the humming birds

and I had not signed-on

to feed an angry swarm of bees.

So you, like the rest of us,

must learn to do without

what was there,

Just Yesterday,

in liquid profusion.

I, like the fickle gods

and even the All Knowing One Beyond

are not beyond

ignoring your loss of surety

when Their unpredictable Will,

heedless of your wants and wishes

ignores that you exist,

at all.