The Crown
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The Crown
David J Walker
I can sense the advent
of the harvest to come
The bees have retreated
High on the nectar of a successful hunt
Home is the hive
Alive with instinct
Survive
The colony sings in a low hum
Of favorite hymn’s sung
To the dead queen
Who can replace her
Among the close cast
The vast number of children
In line for the thrown
A King…in the Queen's domain?
I can sense the advent
Of the darkness of
Another fall
Mistaking
a bitter fruit for freedom
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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