Day 4 - D for Decoyed (by the view)

By the little town off the bay

Blue waters spooning the skies,

Endless horizons diffuse ahead

A soul grazes on the elegance

Lost like it is finally found.

The plans go awry

Bessie waits patiently

Cuddled with Matt

Secure in some cozy grey corridors,

Waiting to be formed,

That disciplined child of a slipshod parent.

That's the thing by great fortune

Genetics defy the conceptions of the mind.

As do plans and pledges.

So for now, it is the worker Bee, all besotted 

Wrapped in herself
Wearing the borrowed Queen Bee tiara

Stuffed with the fluffy tissues of the scenery

Unwrapping the present,

Feet up, spirits high and the heart smitten,

Living an intended pun.

Pictured - The inspiration that dodges the plans of drawing Bessie and Matt