assignment: emotion poem

the honeybee

"in your anger do not sin..."

i'm calm and collected
(but guarded and protected) -
a swarming hive,
teeming and alive,
peaceful and serene
(but so readily mean).
one wrong word spoke
can easily provoke
a harsh onslaught
(all peace forgot) -
a barb and a sting
(like it doesn't mean a thing).
but that's the biggest lie
(as i crawl off to die).

rcp 4.26.11