The bumblebees are all tucked deep in the hive.
A gentle thrumming keeps them alive.
Huddled close together they shiver.
Creating little warmth just a quiver.
Close together and overlapping.
They surround the Queen and with their flapping
Of tiny wings and little movements
The generate heat by keeping a fast beat.
They do not sleep. Just repeat.
The drone goes on and does not die.
They keep the hive alive.
Sip at nectar stored away
A remnant from a better day.
This is how they survive.
The ice and cold.
Stick together in their hold.