Everyday at dawn and dusk.
The hive kids are taking out to dust.
To jolly run hither and thither.
Smearing pollen on their pollen collective Wings.
Then darting to the next plantation to fertilize the next generations of crop and flower.
Once we had small flying insects for the job.© REDCAT
But since they all got wiped in the sixth extinction.
We used to smallest, cutest, happiest, kids from the climate refugee camps. Their life is much better in the Honey Hives than outside.
Written for weekly challenge: THE ANIMALS OF CLIMATE CHANGE at earthweal.
Another take on how I feel about all those living things perishing because of humans – She-wolf – another eartweal post of mine.