Poem: A Summer Observation

"Flying...but not so smart...
a bee in my bedroom...makes me wonder...
why creatures that can do...
the one thing that human kind
would love to do...but can't...fly...
have never been able to figure out
the mystery called "glass"...
and that a place of entrance through it...
is always a place of exit...
but...when you're so small...
can fly...and make honey too...
the least we "entrance and exit meisters"
can do for you...
is to open a window wide...
so you can go...flying...
on your busy...busy way..."
...................Quester.