Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Labor of Love

During my workday I fly miles,

Make lots of stops at flower plants,

Get nectar and pollen in piles,

Signal coworkers with my dance.

Nectar I store in my tummy.

Pollen, on my back legs I haul.

Both are edible and yummy.

A lot of pollen I let fall

So that other flowers can grow.

Through lots of time and space I roam,

Gathering up my quota so

Then I know I need to head home.

A female honeybee I be,

A worker for my hive is me.