Welcome to my Take Seven compilation which incorporates all 21 words (or derivatives) from the Three Things Challenge for the past week.
You are most welcome to join in using as many or all of the words too. Just pingback to this post and then leave a link to your post in the comments so that I can see it and respond directly.
As always, have fun, and I hope you enjoy this week’s effort, which I have tried to keep light and cheerful compared to my previous two offerings!
Our words were:
batch, bounty, bumble, busy, close, everything, expiry, fresh, great, guard, instinct, look, neck, pump, reason, relative, respond, saw, sunny, talk, task.
Mr Bumble had a birds eye view from his neck of the woods. The pollen tickled his legs as he pumped his wings from flower to flower, growing heavier by the second with his precious load.
Birds couldn’t do this job with the pollen, but their task was equally important as they would feed on seeds and then let nature take its course wherever they decided to drop them.
It was a beautiful sunny day, and he buzzed a few hellos to passing honey bees who were heading for the garden patch but a different batch of flowers and plants. There was plenty for everyone, and rarely any punchups. That was unless the wasps tried to muscle in, but then the guards on duty at the bee hive entrance saw them off, many paying with their lives for their attempted intrusion.
Mr Bumble liked it here. It was pretty and quiet, there was always fresh water and someone to talk to. Even the Humans said hello, and he tried to respond in kind, but it was just a busy buzz, though he hoped they understood. One of his relatives had been saved by a Human, being fed sugar water when it got trapped in a dark basement and was close to expiry. The buzz of that story had been passed along for generations and it was agreed that some Humans were friends who took great care to look after them.
Mr Bumble did everything by instinct, as time had no meaning or measure in his world. Had he known his life would last only a matter of a few human months, it was doubtful it would have made a difference to the way he worked and delivered his bounty. Like everything in Nature, there was a time, place and reason, and they just got on with it.
I am writing a batch of poems ,
Waiting for the bounty hunter to claim my soul,
While the cosmic bumble bee buzzes by,
Busy as the proverbial bee in his secret mission,
He is close by everything,
As reality waits for expiry,
Wondering what fresh new hell ,
What new plans to make America great,
The guards surround the white house,
As by instinct they know ,
The look inside the white house ,
And they see the Presidential neck,
Pumping iron by the side of the desk,
no reason given,
as his relatives continue to spin lies,
he does not bother to respond,
I saw it all coming that I did ,
The sunny talk about the times coming ,
The constant crazy talk,
About the great task at hand.
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A cute story! 🐝🐝🐝
thanks. Made a change from the last two!
Your stories are never the same.
I try to vary them and usually keep them light hearted