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It was a dreadful death

there on an innocent porch swing

I didn’t mean to kill her

with such an autonomous reaction to her touch

You see, she put her bare feet on the side of my neck

and in my frightful surprise

I raised my right hand suddenly

and came down across her back

I thought I was out there alone

unaware of the company of a faithful friend

One I’ve cherished often in my  garden

Well, it is November and she’s gone

I will miss her, especially when Spring comes

and I think about her out there among the

flowers and fruits, eating aphids.

I killed a Ladybug and feel just sick about it.