Buzzed

 

     A rather large bumblebee buzzed its way into the apartment today, along with a small band of other normal flies.  The buzz of its wings fills the room and my ears.  It has not landed.  The flies clear a flight path for the more dominant bee.  It must feel so lost and unable to find its way back into the sunny openness of today's clear blue sky.  I think it thinks there is no escape.  The structure of the apartment must be perplexing the bumblebee.    

     Wait, I heard a pause in the buzz.  The bee has landed.  O wait, I hear the buzzing again.  The bee has taken flight.  I like bee.  It is refreshing to have a daytime funemployment insect visitor.  It landed again!  It buzzes again.  This incessant buzzing is salting my game!  The bumblebee funemployment visitor has worn out my ears and its welcome.  Time to escort bee out the door.  Goodbye, buzzing bumblebee.