The bumble bee
humbly buzzed his way in,
busily flitting between rooms,
no borders or boundaries
for our fuzzy friend.
Spring had arrived,
but no flowers could he see.
He was warming to the hospitality,
as the giant spoke to him,
a soft rumbling bass sound
vibrating the air but not threatening.
Busy the bee braved
to go deeper within
this giants cave.
Not at all how the older bees
described them to be.
He explored rooms.
Where were the
carved stone walls?
And how come
there is no water on the floors?
No pools of deep blue hidden
within this mysterious
cave system he flew through.
The warming scent of cooking
lingers in the air,
this is not simple fire cooked fayre.
This is herby and full of flair.
And what is with the doors?
Strange wooden panels
barring entry to some areas,
the history books must
have been liars he thought.
Walls of sound and vision
disturbed him immensely,
these were not like the cave paintings
they had shown in bee school.
This moved,
it spoke,
it sung,
it was...
Wrong...
Everything is wrong...
Where is nature?
Where is the love of the world?
What is with these bare trees
cut into synthetic furniture?
Where has the sky gone?
But then he sensed
something familiar.
Something he knew.
He swooped quickly
room to room.
Skimming across
the shining wooden surfaces,
Until he found some flowers in bloom,
just a small bunch,
held in a vessel to preserve their beauty,
for a second, he was happy.
He buzzed merrily around.
Then saw the outside and flew,
looking forward to getting away
from this stale sterile air,
he thought, as he came
crashing to the ground.
An invisible forcefield
blocking his escape
from this giant beasts lair.
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Kyle
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