Fly away little bee
Away from my kitties and me
Though needed for the flowers
Your stings last for hours
We all like your honey
And collect it for money
To sweeten our foods
And brighten our moods
But the stings are the things
That cause me to flee
From even the tiniest bee
That I might ever see
By Linda Gavitt 2013
A Cats Prayer
Lead me down all the right paths,
Keep me from fleas, bees, and baths.
Let me in should it storm,
Keep me safe, fed, and warm.
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