The Great Depression (of the bee)

The great depression.
Gauntlet.

This is the end of me,
The frustating bee.

At first,
there were flickerings and fluckerings,
quiverings and shiverings and tremblings.

And unjustified luck in the bees nest.
Times of reckless happiness,
I thought it was a bless.
Hasty, yes.
Even for a bee.

So now I just wait
for the limbs to show me the sign.
Ironic, I became the bait of a bee.
Still there won`t be noone to dine -
This Voracious deed was done by me.