Socializing

Bands of bustling busy bees
All hovering round the honey hive,
Deposit golden nectar in
Her long and layered filigree.
Stepping over and around 
They flit and fly from one to next
Bound to networks unintended,
Unimagined to degree.

Born on instinct,
Second nature,
Thinking but an afterthought
Fraught with mindless chitter-chatter,
He said, she said, they said, we….
Bounding round to meet and mingle,
Chasing schedules round the bend.
Won’t you stay a little longer?
Have another cup of tea.

Bound by lot a social creature,
Needful of discourse and touch.
Never meant to be an island
Hiding in an endless sea.

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