Feast Fancy

The bees fill their honey baskets quicker the the cells dry up in the winter

That’s for sure
Their dreams are always blue-glazed, never denied their open keys
When they want a bit of a piece of depth, they stretch out, buzz, and declare victory
Instead of running challenged, they run rampant. And above all, empowered
What about the black and yellow that makes them that layered?
Is it their own passions that tie the knotted twills?

Oh, mercy me. Forget the ramification