The Bee

The bee buzzes up like he does every morning To the sounds of the hive getting louder He flits past the flowers, the pollen ignoring His eyes land on a new scene yonder A bright, open window, a curious vision A chance to break free from his duty His stinger itches with a rebellious mission A taste of chaos and beauty He darts through the window, a whirlwind of yellow The world inside, a vast expanse He buzzes past curtains, a daring fellow Ignoring the open window's chance The scent of fruit, a sweet temptation A sugary haven, a nectar delight He dips and dives, a winged sensation A rebel bee, reveling in the light He lands on the table, a moment of triumph A feast for the senses, a stolen bliss But as the shadows lengthen, a truth takes the limelight A pang of longing, a feeling amiss The open window beckons, a pathway to home But the allure of adventure lingers deep The rebel bee hesitates, caught in this dome The choice between longing and this stolen keep Is this his escape, a new life unfolding? Or a fleeting rebellion, a moment so bold? The bee buzzes around, his fate yet untold The window open, a story to unfold The bee makes his mind up and decides he will, He soars towards the open window But at the last minute while he's flying at speed, He realises it wasn't open at all