I Trapped A Chance Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

The lone bee, was so scared stiff,
First insolent, then humility of grief,
It couldn't fly, trapped in bottled glass,
Just subservient, in wait for a sure loss,

May be it was an orphan, just little sly,
May be it was send by someone, just as spy,
…Suppose it was spy…?

I filled the bottle with water,
Angered by its buzz and so bitter,
I dropped in some hot pepper to welter,
Watching the struggle made me better

As I put the cap to cut off the air,
I felt playing God was not fair,
This bee could have come from afar,
Letting it go I preserved its flair.

But suppose it was a spy…?