Today I learned that bees are polite.
The epiphany came in the middle of the night.
I heard my doorbell on the way to my bed,
“That’s a bit late” is what I thought and said.
I went down and opened the door,
And all I saw was darkness and hoar.
I thought a prankster had paid me a visit.
I thought “That ain’t fun, not at all, now is it?”
Then I saw the bumbliest bee
Floating in mid-air and glancing at me
And at the doorbell and at me again.
Five and a half minutes later was when
I gathered the plot of what’d taken place
The bee had buzzed so it could enter my base.
I didn’t wonder, the nights get cold,
So this voiceless dealer had me sold.
I preferred this to just barging in,
So enter it could, welcome within.
I prepared a plate with a drop of honey,
It had a sip and it looked at me funny.
Followed me as I went back to the bed
And lay down next to me as I read
The tales of Pooh bear’s and Piglet’s fright.
It lay quiet and listened, quite polite.