Sunday Morning

A Sunday morning, I wake, no alarm.
Persistent buzzing wakes me from my sleep
I stretch, chasing the cobwebs from my arm,
and check my phone -- no promises to keep.
The noise continues, it's behind the blinds.
Must be a bee -- too loud for just a fly
Should I release it now, before it finds
the subject of its noisy lullaby?
I pull the blinds aside, what do I see?
Turns out I'm woken by a spelling bee