Bee Sense

It seems as if those bees bear no common sense Of late they have built a hive in a cornice of my house I know not what prompts them to come here May be a few pots close by with roses blooming there May be a few pigeons cooing and clapping their wings together there May be anything and nothing but a strange silence reigning there And I tried to reach them with a bee sense And befriend to find them like flowers in a vase But they smell many things Hovering over near the access Smelt me as if i was trying to enter the colony To steal away their queen lodged in that home stately Thus ended up being rose-stung in many a place And left with marks of pheromone on my sleeves Back home with a lesson bitter- sweet But they are wonderful little souls excelling us in many a respect Like in smell, touch, taste And sight