Tell the Bees She’s Gone

Nicole Trezza

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Little bees little bees the Mistress is dead
Please do not leave us in this time of distress
With black drapes on your hive and a knock on your door
Will you stay with us for one season more?
Bless us with honey
Bless us with rain
Bless us with honoring our family name.
A hum in the dark
As the veil thins in the night
Little bees little bees the Mistress is dead
Do not fly away into winter’s icy breath.

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