To Be A Bee Poem by Paul Hartal

Boy, you are different:
You are hairy and tiny but have six legs and five eyes.
And wow, your four wings move at thousands of times
per minute. I wish I could sense how you see the world?
And is it true that you see redness of red color as black?
I really would like to get a raw feeling
of your specific apian experience. What sort of
consciousness you have? None? Well, of course,
it is hard to transcend the boundaries of our own
personal universe. You know the problem of qualia.
After all your perceptual experiences are intrinsic and
ineffable, immediate and personal and I don't believe
you can describe them. I certainly cannot portray mine.
Now what? Did I offend you?
No? Then why did you sting me?