Was That a Pink Bumblebee

She flew in rather persnickety and grumpily A buzzing, breezy, rounded, striped, funny sight Silly me, but wasn’t that a pink bumblebee? I asked, weird, since it was the middle of the night. I knew for sure this stranger had not received an invite The tiny creature seemed to have a magical autonomy Her arrival did not trouble me, but I did turn on the light. She flew in rather persnickety and grumpily My legs were not active yet, kind of rubbery It was a curious and confining horrible plight. I squinted my eyes and scanned the room fuzzily A buzzing, breezy, rounded, striped, funny sight At least the winged beast would give me fodder to write Not finding the creature did not truly trouble me Where had she gone in her impromptu flight? Silly me, but wasn’t that a pink bumblebee? How knowledgeable can someone be? I spied a brief flash of white Am I being a dumb bunny? I asked, weird, since it was the middle of the night. I had not seen anything this pretty since last night’s twilight. Where could this little winged monkey be? For this week, she was indeed my absolute highlight I gathered ingredients for scones and tea She flew in rather persnickety Written 6-7-2022 Contest: Rondeau Redouble Poem Poetry Contest Sponsor: L Milton Hankins