Honeycomb

someone has fashioned me
with a wretched beehive
and left me to tend it

the sweet honey
draws the bears in
they want to know the secret
so they take it on their paws
and they lap it up
and they come back for more
scratching the walls
without a care

and when they've had their fill
they wander away
leaving the bees lost
they beg me for help
and i am meant to tend them
but no one has taught me how