Populations on the Move
Populations on the Move
The aliens kept coming,
Documented and un-
Showing up doorstepwise,
Some suited or even tanked;
Lib and I welcomed all,
Or nearly all; one juvenile
Ate our lab, Cindy:
No more cat people!
Fox people either.
We loved the butterfly people,
Like small winged humans,
Their wings of shifting colors,
Their world: Illishat
Or some such.
Don't know what astronomers
Call it if they know it at all.
Their hospitality gift,
Warm pastel capsules
That soon became
A growing crystal family,
Not life, they said,
But the small colorful flitting
Things; it's like the charming
butterfly people never left.
So nice; I don't know why
THEY couldn't get papers;
Not like the pig people:
They were nasty!