Alien Poem by Dorsey Baker
Alien
it's a flying thing
it comes and goes
where it is
coming from
nobody knows
it flies all about
in clear or dark skies
a mystery
to mankind
weakness of it's eyes
like a child upon a playground
it plays it's game
hiding it's face
but without any shame
you may call it something
but you don't know it's name
it's moving
always ready
to make it's get away
because it has never
come to stay
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