The Bee

Bee
As observed, the bee seems the perfect servant,
Traveling from one location to another.
Random, but somehow perfect,
Appearing distracted yet always at work.

Living in that smaller world, to us,
we look down on them,
and receive their toil over breakfast toast,
or other parts of life which require sweetening.

Thinking ourselves better, because we can think.

 

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