Bird in a tree

Metallic bees slinging violently past me,
In peace I rest hidden by this long-shadowed tree,
Examining every noisy passerby,
I notice everything with a chirp not quite wry.

Darkened branches warn me of impending night,
And rightfully soon to take to flight,
For when you come back and search the sky,
Only a a brilliant smile may teach me how to fly.

The pavement skids beneath each sullied foot,
While pedals pass and narrowly miss the arbor's root,
Easier this way it must always seem,
For below in the chaos only the critters team.

Prisms' fodder will come again,
And with it you will hear me preach and prim,
Until then my friend, silent company must be kept,
Be ware the stones beneath Solomon's sept.