The Ethereal Cake

In my outlandish shelter, remote

From cosmos spectacle and music,

By the window where the frame

Hanged, neatly on the borders,

I felt along the shelf for livelihood

But found ethereal cake instead:

For swiftly imminent at my ear,

Lusty, lusty and erratic, with summer haze,

The adored endless caroler

Pierced out in a bunch of verse;

And through the window I scrutinised

They by their buzz extolled.

Scantily a measure from the eye,

Myself obscure, I saw them there;

Each was the brilliant yellow

Of every sunny daydream,

With reassuringly dark bands

Together they were the finest of art;

Like poems upon that blue folio

And some over the perfect golden hexagons,

To the casual observer,

It's random and chaotic,

Filling their chambers with amber fluid,

Viscous and sweet,

Buzz saturated the air had a tincture of honey

The dark thorax with golden hairs,

Radiating out reflecting the sunshine,

Originate here their translucent wings,

As do three pairs of strong black legs,

Abdomen black and gold striped,

Ellipse coming to a sharp point.

And while there is a hum from the hive,

A communal chorus of workers,

Flashing their diminutive pinions,

Cooperating on their mission,

Foster and shield the apiary and the queen.