Poem: A Summer Observation

Flying...but not so smart...
a bee has found its way into my bedroom.
Makes me wonder
why creatures that can do the one thing
that humans would love to do...
perhaps more than anything else...fly...
have never been able to figure out...
the great mystery called "glass"...
and that a place of entrance through it...
is also a place of exit.
But when you're so small...
and can make honey too...
the least we entrance and exit meisters can do...
is to open a window wide for you...
so once more...you can go...
outward bound...and flying free.......
...............................Quester.