Poem: Police Bee

I had just sat down on the porch
to peacefully enjoy my morning brew
when I was greeted by a bee.
(a big bee)
The bee investigated me,
(police bee)
collecting data for a report.
And I sat still.
He buzzed the blues ’round the crown of my head.
He buzzed a beat to the left of my neck.
He buzz-whispered a sting warning into my right ear.
Now that tickled me and I laughed.
Spell broken.
Bee gone.