Organism

 It’s The Bees’ Knees

Over time, I have become

like an elder, forager bee,

in that I leave home daily to

look for the goods,

but I always return.

Like those bees,

we elders die in larger numbers,

but we don’t have to

slow down completely.

Ninety-nine percent

of forager bees

die away from the hive.

This isn’t just bad luck,

more of a trait, an instinct,

Natural Law, the way things are.

Maybe they know the end is near, 

so they seek one final adventure.

It’s not suggested here

that I run into the forest,

look for a patch of moss,

lie down, close my eyes,

smelling the pine cones.

Nope, not ready for that,

but the adventure seeking part, yes.

Better that than sitting at home,

bugging my honey with

tales of what if.