Little lady, solo mother, native bee
A shrub’s resplendandant florets , summer’s last,
Attracted you along with countless kin.
But you my careless missy, as I watch,
Have blundered into strands of spider silk.
What can I do but free you, get involved?
You’re thanks? None that I noticed,,,Flick !
Away to hungry lavae, clay bank nest.
Two weeks on and summer’s really faded.
With blossoms something now of memory.
Your former larder just a mown- grass desert.
So can you wonder that I worry for you?
How can you survive? Have you survived?
But hopefully your kids have got to pupa stage
Thus setting free their work-a- holic mum.
I see me, in effect, part of the family.
leioproctus paahaumaa ?