of bumble bees and moments lone

she wonders if bumble bees feel lonely and mundane too
tired of monotony ,
 indulge in make believe games few
sit squat atop that bud ,
 exuding an air of nonchalance
that focused steely glance....
so easy to gloss over it all
amid the prettier flowers and colours of fall
standing at her door
she wonders a whole lot more
focused on mending that blazer and the favorite toy
why boys
or for that matter men ....are always allowed to be boys
she wonders
if the bumble bee imagines itself
 to be a high tech drone
like her wearing that fur hat
playing sultry siren in moments lone
so easy to gloss over it all
shift focus
so easy
to miss it all..........

~o0o~