I Was A Big Bad

Sorry bee. I am so sorry.

You came in with the garden refuse from my little deck and thawed, all unbeknownst to me. When you emerged from the garbage bag, in all your very large, winged glory, you scared me.

I had to set upon you. You couldn't over winter with me. And I couldn't set you free.

You will know go to you grave with the left over spaghetti. A bad end.

I shall set up a small shrine to you and honor your brethren.

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