A'Buzz

A giant bee is buzzing Just outside the window pane. My silent wish that he would leave, It seems, was made in vain. He's circling around the roof With not a hint of going; His loyalty to that one spot Shows not one sign of slowing. I worry, though, about his friends For bees that seem to thrive, Instead of shacking up alone, Will habitate a hive. Perhaps he's only passing through And working out his wings, But I'm afraid he's found the place For testing out his stings. The joys of spring are balanced out With nettles, thorns and stingers, For beauty sans a little pain Will slip right through our fingers.