Childhood bee
yellow spotted black velvety bee
that came buzzing at the garden
which rages with bougainvellea
of pink, red, and vermillion red
a tree of sour sop
squirrels scoured here
up there, a lumpy dangling fruit
sported a loose crevice
that exhibited the farmer's sore
some red eyed birds
had carved for midday fare
at the mishmash of cabbage leaves
robins had hopped, looked at me
wondering i were friend or foe
neighbour, bent with her frond hat
and weather beaten clothes
worked without a sound
the yellow spotted bee's
buzz still as lively as it was then
and it still looks older - than me
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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