They swarmed us like a war of the worlds,
those goddamn bees.
I was nine. My lucky and strange friend Billy was ten.
I got stung twenty times. Billy got didn’t
get stung at all.
At first I couldn’t figure out why the bees kept stinging me
and none stung Billy.
Billy said it was because he was an alien.
I laughed back then, but now I think he was right.
Because three years later, I saw a large UFO over Billy’s house
and Billy and his family disappeared forever.
I think he must have gone back to his home planet
in some distant galaxy unknown to any scientists.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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