If one more person tells me to ‘fly away home’, I won’t be responsible for the consequences.
I’d like nothing better than to fly home, except that home went up into the belly of some human’s leaf sucker so I’m rootless.
Which would be okay if it wasn’t for halfwitted folk quoting meaningless doggerel at me.
My house is not on fire, and I’m a childless spinster.
I’m currently shacking up with a renegade hornet and I’m seriously considering having him sting something. Anyway it’s nearly cold time, and we plan to sleep together.
Come spring we might even awake…