Bees & Other Thieves
for Dinal

how many
did I come away with
did I get away with

packets of honey
I hoard, I snatch,
I steal every time I visit

to myself I say, it’s justified,
the coffee’s priced too high

my conscience kicks in anyway
and pricks me, sticks me,
calls me a thief
to my teeth


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
11:02 p.m. 15/11/07