Bee poem

The abdomen dances while attacking its enemy

The stinger stabs you in the skin

The big eyes stare at you creepy

The legs go up on it's tipe toe and crawls around a flower

                   

cicaders

The cicadas cling tightly to the tree.singing its lovely song echoing around it.The cicada works its way like a bulldozer.


Cicadas sharp claws poke you Gentley.The back looks like a bee.It sheds its skin the cicada sticks its tongue out.


The cicadas rush off to work.The cicadas don't want to sleep and carry on singing but most of them go to sleep and their songs fade away in the night.

Stages towards agentcy

I think I`m self directed because i can work independently and use my layers and my learning muscles like managing distractions because I try not to listen to any of my freinds when they try to talk to me and i can use collabaration because I can help people and can collabarate with