Let This Bee A Lesson (Poetry)

A bee flew in my window
buzzed in vain against the glass
then took a tour around my room
and came to rest at last.

He settled on a flower
drawn to its glowing red
and stumbled though its petals
almost frantic to be fed.

Although the rose was perfect
it held no trace of scent
no sweetness in its promise
just a silken ornament.

Its painted heart was empty
so the disillusioned bee
crashed back against the window
growing desperate to be free

from a world made artificial
first love’s bumbling mistake
I opened up my window wide
the bee made his escape.