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Dec 2015
Years ago down in Alabama
Working on  a dinosaur hunting crew
I found myself all alone in the woods
When I heard a sound coming out of the blue
Started so small I hardly noticed it
But it grew and grew and grew
Till it seemed to fill the air with its intensity
And suddenly around around around me it flew
So close it triggered my natural propensity
  "I'll KNOCK YOU OUT OF THE PARK" I said out loud
And as if it heard and understood every word
Slammin the brakes stopping on a dime right in my face
   " WHAT THE ......" this fat yellow and black bee
Was  hovering six inches from my nose - and staring at me
I literally ,literally, literally imagined a tiny spacecraft
  A crew of beings behind those ******* cockpit eyes
As if they were measuring me up and taking notes
A minute or two went by I stared at it as it hovered there
I had the urge to reach out and touch it with a finger
But that buzz powerfull as it was, I wanted to but didn't dare
Then it spun around -hit the hyperdrive and was gone
Hearing it as it faded into the distance  for a minute or more
" WOW . I NEVER SEEN NOTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE"
Then I went on my way to find the legacy left from old T-rex
                     I didn't find any.
That night in the hotel the crew sat around shootin th... Talkin
Suddenly I remembered and as some of the crew were locals
" Hey," I said "today -- out In the woods while I was walking
A big yellow and black bee like thing came...
"Did you hear it comin out of the woods for a long time first"
    " Yeah I did " I said " never heard nothin like it before"
"It come an stare at you? "two of them asked as if rehearsed
This was now getting weird but it didn't stop there
I sorta nodded as they continued "did you stick out a finger"
"You know I wanted to -that's so weird- but I didn't dare"
"We call em good news bees   they come and check you out"
" you put out your finger they land on it ya get good news"
Thirty years back and more and more these days I think about
How we dont have them here but if we did I'd stick out a finger
  "THE WAY THINGS ARE TODAY GOOD NEWS I COULD USE"
Seizmagraph crews look for oil underground and often call themselves dinosaur hunters.
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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   --- and Dana Colgan
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