Un(bee)lievable

I know you think I shouldn’t be able to fly

but here I am, in your garden,

buzzing around looking for flowers.

You cling to the old myth that my wings

are not large enough to lift my fuzzy body,

yet no one bothered to ask me how I managed.

I was once considered a pest, just

another summer irritant as I flew too

close to your picnics and games, and

you sprayed and swatted to make me go away.

Still, no one realized the role I played as

I went from plant to plant collecting and

depositing pollen until it was almost too late.

Now I am the darling of your garden where

you put up special boxes for me to nest in,

print me on T-shirts, paint me on cute mugs,

and marvel at my aviation skills.