All Hives Matter

I understand your need for space.
A place to have your little kids,
Cocooned in safety you provide.
A place to bring them ample food,
Until they learn to buzz their wings.
I understand you’re just a mom.
You’re just someone with family.

Unfortunately, so am I.
I have to give mine safety too.
We staked our claim before you did.
We’ve lived here half a century.
Your half a week of buzziness
Is not enough to hold in court.

Of course, it’s personal for me.
Or else I wouldn’t wreck your home.
You want to bring your tribe entire?
To demonstrate against my might?
You’ll find me burning candles too.
And burning is no way for you.

My lizards will escort you out.

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