Bugs Buzzing

 A jaded dragonfly zipping past his ears, chased by the honey bees

Around the yard and through the trees.

A gathering of insects: both winged and those who crawl

Taking place each summer's dawn, 

Upon the lands beside the lakes and ponds, every puddle

Filled with gossip and buzzing

News of the worldly traveled insects whose lives though short

Lived recklessly and died sooner- to report. 

Or so I imagined their conversations to go, as a creative person

Who cannot get down that small and get a word in

Compared to the loud, intense crescendo

Of the bugs and how pitched their voices can go.