While I was flitting by one day upon a gentle breeze,
I eavesdropped when a butterfly told secrets to the bees:
A magic nectar rests in deepest bells of lilies blue,
and if you sip just one small bit your fondest dreams come true.
Kim from North Norfolk is today’s host of dVerse. Kim says:
This week, I’d like you to take any meaning, form or compound of the word eavesdropping, and write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting your title), including the prompt word.