With so much as a sigh
And a breeze blowing through
The autumn marched in
With the leaves flying too
The carpenter bees
Tucked up warm in the nest
In allotted light bass wood
On a ranch in the west.
Not related to honey
In a class all their own
They diverge in the wood pulp
Skid shaped like a cone
Heartily chomping
On wood thats still there
Until locked in their cocoon
With barely space for some air.
When spring wakes them all up
They will fly away fast
Knowing the winters
And the cold will not last.
©2023 CBialczak
Stine Writing 
I’ve never seen a carpenter bee! Do they sting? I know this is a very old poem, but I was looking at some old posts, and I had to comment!
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From what I understand they will only sting when provoked. They used to dive-bomb us when we got close to our garage because they were nesting there. They do become a nuisance because they make holes everywhere.
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