A-L-I-E-N doesn't always spell alien...

I was there when the alien came down,

Descending from the night sky.

They exited their little ship,

Staring at me with shining eyes.

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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.

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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.

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Then he opened his mouth and spoke,

An alien language, no doubt,

From his small mouth, he emitted,

A tiny little “Meow!”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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This Poem is dedicated to my two cats, Loki and Gamora, who are the sweetest little aliens anyone could ever ask for!