Bee In My Tea

I sit down for a breeze

With a hot cup of tea
I lounge back to read
And find a bee in my tea
  

The poor thing has drowned
Floating up and around
I pick the cup with a frown
To tumble the tea down

 

Returning with a fresh cup
Hoping no more disrupt
I admire the buttercup
As I stir the tea up

 

A cardinal whistles a song
As a goldfinch flutters along
Squirrels and rabbits strut strong
As if nothing is wrong

 

The scene is serene
Sunny and cool breeze
I sit back and read
And sip my no bee tea.