The buzz buzz in the room room

Sometimes, I’ll find a fly in my home

It will buzz around

Often banging into the windows

Attempting to pass through

For it is confused by the transparent barrier

Which blocks them from the outside

I feel bad for the fly

But also, the fly comforts me

In a strangely sadistic way

I feel that I have the ingenuity of an exit

But the fly does not

I will also find bees in my home from time to time

One summer, they kept on appearing

And we had no idea where they came from

But they just kept buzzing around

I would release them

Fearfully, for they may have stung me

But as gently as I could

I would trap them in some type of vessel

And carry them outside

One time, for some odd reason

I thought honey in a jar would attract the bee into entering it

But it turns out

The Bee had no desire to approach it’s own modified creation

So I resorted to patiently waiting for the opportunity to trap it

Into the jar with the honey

And then releasing it

But, the little bee, could not leave the jar yet

For it was stuck to the honey I had placed at the bottom

Oh what irony,

Stuck in your own doing

Ha Ha, but I guess it was my fault

I felt bad, so I tried helping the bee,

It was really stuck

Fascinating it was to observe this bee

With a will of it’s own

Trying to escape the suction of this honey

I tried to water the bee, so as to liquidate the stickiness

But that just seemed to make it worse

Finally, I decided it would be best to let the bee do it’s own thing

It is probably smarter than me

For it follows natures way

Back to it’s home always,

The beehive, where it shall attend to the Queen

That which reproduces the life that it is

But what is my home

And whom is my queen

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