Like a bright bit of kiteTangled in a tree's branchesStop Mr. BuntingLet me see your true colors:Blue as the sky on a summer dayRed as a candied appleGreen as the leaves on the sycamore treeYellow as lemon pieSing and flit in the treetopsI will not give your hiding place away.Come and eat at my feeder.

"I bomme, as the bombyll bee dothe" John PalsgraveBombyll beeWorker, to your dutySpread lifeSpread sunshineCarry the pollenFlower to flowerBloom to bloomBumblebee

Orange that holds the sunPink like sticky candy Zinnias flee summer insideTo my windowsillTo drink from a canning jarTo cool from the Heated nights whereMoths visit their crowned heads.