Spill the Leaks

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 The Zealous Bees

A swarm of Bees, for artistry renowned,

Heard that a prize of honey could be found.

Their Patron, a good Bear, had made the call,

And so the Bees resolved to give their all.

They dove in blooms, a frantic, joyful blur,

Ignoring ledgers for the sweet nectar.

"The work's the thing!" they buzzed with fervent heat,

"Who has the time to count when life's so sweet?"

They poured their souls into each golden cell,

And under passion's dizzy, potent spell,

The record of their flights was left behind,

A dusty scroll, forgotten by the mind.

The honey gleamed, a treasure to behold.

The Bear rejoiced, "A story to be told!

But where's the tally of the time you spent?"

The Bees looked blank; their confidence was rent.

The Queen confessed, "In chasing what was best,

We put our craft, but not our clock, to test."

The Bear, though kind, could only guess the cost,

And paid them well for all the work not lost.

Yet for the trips uncounted, flights unknown,

No sweet reward could ever be their own.

 

The Moral

Let passion drive you, let your work take flight,

But mark the hours from the morning light.

For even genius, when its bill is due,

Must show the work it took to see it through.

 InitialsAA, July 11, 2025

 Notice to the reader: Getting déjà vu? Don't worry, we haven't bugged your home. Probably. All characters and events depicted on this page, even those that seem to perfectly mirror your own life, are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is not only purely coincidental, but also frankly, a little bit magical.