Yellow petals, a soft, subtle fleur,
Bees buzzing around—ones that the little cat scare.
Sun climbing the sky, flooding the land with warm light,
A prying grey nose seeks what the tulip hides.
Too sad, too late, a bee coated in yellow dust expressed her hate!
Without a panicked yell of a loud "Meow!"—
The grey detective jumped back and high above!
With a calm purr, on a sunlit stump sits a ball of gray fur...
Only the bubble nose will tell how his interest served him well...
