BEE ATTACK

Curled up on a dining chair,
Unable to sleep
She was ending up counting a mountain of bees
Instead of numbering her sheep.

They'd attacked her on her comfy bed,
Under her cozy blanket..
She killed 7 within 15 minutes
So antagonized she felt.

They'd taken over her bedrooms
They fancied her lights and lamp..
Shunned to the bare living room,
She dreamt fitfully of the Bee base camp.

"Look at the small pile of dead bees
How much bigger it could become.."
The hunted woman felt a spark of evil
Thinking of how Hit affected bees like Rum.

The tipsy pile she picked up
And bore it outside the balcony door.
She'd fought frogs, lizards, monkeys and mice
But bees, never before.

The animal kingdom, she ruefully thought,
Who knew what next it would bring..
Attacking thus far with creepy-crawlies and varmint
It had never before deployed The Sting :(

Banishing thought and bad rhyme,
Determined: the battleground she would not flee!
The morrow's light, she felt, would bring answers
To bee or not to bee.