Out of wooden hives

Shaped like sheds

Swarms of lawnmowers

Drone on methodically

Bees bottoms

Disappear into the open trumpets

Of much-loved flowers

With delicate splendor

Under represented butterfly’s

Dance over fenced in gallery’s

Of suburban colour

Showtime, for the labours

Of genuflecting gardeners

Peppering their sentences

With Latin sounding names