the bee

the bee,
drained from a hard
day
of being bossed
around by
the queen, loses
interest
in the whole
hive
thing. the community
effort.
wasting his
life on
one single
sting, for
the good of all.
what about me.
so he decides
to fly
south,
or west, it
doesn't matter.
he packs
a small bag
full of honey
and tells no one.
leaves no
note, no hint
that he is
flying away.
there are so many
other flowers
in the world
that can make
me happy,
he thinks, so many
pretty petals
with which
to land on.