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.