In Which I Ponder Bees Social, Solitary And Invisible And @Agent139 Is Partially To Blame

Today's been a fine day to think of bees,

Though I'll not see them for some time as yet

Here in Wyoming. This morn it did please

My RSS feeds to tell what I'll bet

Should not be a surprise: a social queen

Of Megalopta genalis, her brain

Learns better than one who has quit the scene,

And chosen solitude. Then one I'd fain

Know better, James Curcio, brought to light

Invisible bees, minions which attack

Malevolence alone, but picked a fight

In saying they do not have drama. Back!

A Queen Bitch, now you see her, now you don't,

Will always bring the drama, if you won't.

BONUS BONUS SONNET: Sonnet Dare: David Bowie's "Queen Bitch"

From the eleventh floor my envy burns
As I watch that rare queen ply all her arts
To snare one that my shallow weakness spurns
To go after myself. She's broken hearts
A-plenty before now; tonight it's mine
Though it is not her that I want, but him.
Just watch her go in satin tat so fine
And bipp'ry-bopp'ry topper with a brim
I'd laugh at were I not at heart so sick -
I'm sure I could exceed her in her deeds
Of conquest were I to make e'en a lick
Of effort just to plant down there the seeds
Of lust for me instead of her? But no
I hang back longingly and watch her go.