Looking through recent photos, it occurs to me that when I take pictures of bees they almost invariably end up as rear views.
This doesn’t seem to make much sense: surely it’s unwise to creep up on a creature whose defence mechanism is probably automatic and very much located in its rear end.
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Today is bright and breezy, a good drying day, if only I had a garden to hang the washing in. I don’t, though, so perhaps I won’t bother with such domestic pursuits, and the ironing board can continue in its packaging while I go out and enjoy the sunshine.
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All the recent news about the New Horizons mission has brought to mind a poem inspired by Pluto’s demotion from planet status in 2006:
In the dog house
My Very Excellent Mother used to be
the soul of generosity, and her beneficence
a universally-acknowledged truth.
Around the world, students rejoiced
when they recalled that she
Just Sent Us Nine Pizzas.But as time passes, so it seems, the universe
contracts; mom’s liberality is capped
and scientists decree that students
will make do with
Nothing.Supperless
I’m banished to my room. I must redo
my fourth grade science project.
Apparently the latest discoveries strengthen the argument to have Pluto reinstated as a planet. I suppose that means pizza may be back on the menu.
Cars crouch low, jealous
of their shadows
A swallowtail dallies
among flower-bright trash
Wasps crawl terraza tables
where frosted glasses stood
Stray dogs sprawl
laughing in the heat
The city trembles
The lady in the photo is, of course, Europa. She’s sitting outside Madrid’s main airport, clearly enjoying the sunshine. 
[…] You’ll find persuasion – just
a little gentle bull – can found a continent
of opportunity. […]
It probably helps if the gentle bull is ruler of the gods on Mount Olympus.
don't confuse the narrator 