This pollinator
Labouring most diligently
Just let it bee
Hide your feelings
If they are likely to hurt others
Spare them the pain


If it is very tall
No need to worry much
This is Tower Bridge

Tulips and a jar
In a Moroccan garden
Soothe my weary eyes

Stairs behind glass
How far upwards do they reach and why
I wish to know

With layers of roof
Golden Buddhas beneath
A pagoda indeed

Angels clinging
High up on a drafty corner
In Old Cambridge town