A-L-I-E-N doesn't always spell alien...
...sometimes C-A-T can.
I was there when the alien came down,
Descending from the night sky.
They exited their little ship,
Staring at me with shining eyes.
.
I’d rather thought that they’d be taller,
But this one hardly reached my knee.
I had to look down to see it.
It had to look up to see me.
.
Why, I’d never met a cuter creature!
The alien’s fur was soft as silk.
His tail was long and fluffy,
His body white as milk.
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From his head extended,
Two furry little ears.
His adorable look was startling,
And diminished my previous fears.
.
Then he opened his mouth and spoke,
An alien language, no doubt,
From his small mouth, he emitted,
A tiny little “Meow!”
.
Now, what on earth could that mean?
Of that, I haven’t a clue.
He seemed scared, lost, and alone.
What, in this situation, would you do?
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Of course, I invited him inside,
And gave him a small bed for the night.
It was an old pillow I’d used long ago,
But he found a box in my kitchen and figured it was alright.
.
I understood why he chose the box;
It resembled the ship he came here in.
Small, with a perfect amount of space inside,
He fit so well, I rather thought it was made for him.
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I brought the box upstairs to my bedroom,
Where I laid it down by my bed.
I locked the door and went to change,
But when I returned, he was sleeping on my mattress instead.
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I smiled and sat next to him,
Scratching the back of his head,
He seemed to like it, so I continued,
Then, to him, I said:
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“Good-night, my little pet,
I hope you have sweet dreams.”
And then off to sleep we drifted,
My hand on fur that was like cream.
~~~
In the morning, I realized something,
He and I could not communicate.
So I decided to teach him some things,
After we both ate.
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I taught him to flip over,
Whenever he wanted love,
And I would sit there and pet him all over,
His paws outstretched like the wings of a dove.
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I taught him to speak when he was hungry,
And he let out a soft, “Meow!”
I would give him food immediately,
Because when he wanted food, he wanted it now!
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Lastly, I taught him to rub against me,
Whenever he was delighted,
And he did it very often,
Which made me quite excited.
.
When another creature came down one day,
I figured I should give them a name,
“Cat” I decided to call them,
For it fit them, and it seemed rather tame.
.
The two cats reproduced,
Creating tiny kittens,
They often got lost in my socks,
My clothes, my bowls, and mittens.
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Now there are cats all over the world.
I figure that’s a fault of mine.
I’m glad, however, that I took the first one in.
Raising him was worth my time.
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If you ever get one, remember,
You can’t let them be alone.
And if you ever see them sit in a box,
Just know, they’re remembering their old home.
~~~
This Poem is dedicated to my two cats, Loki and Gamora, who are the sweetest little aliens anyone could ever ask for!
About the Creator
Jessica Phoenix
I like to dig deep into things and find out their true meanings, and while I don't always succeed, it's exhilarating to try.
I write for challenges sometimes, but you'll also find me writing little stories for fun.
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