Breakfast With Strangers
While eating a fancy crumpet
I heard an elephant’s trumpet.
Enormous trees began falling.
The huge gray ones way of calling.
I was the first one out of that place.
Running a true survivor’s race.
I could hear people on my heels.
Never turned. Jumped in my wheels.
Got to the edge of the forest with three
Unknown people in the cab with me,
Two in the back seat screaming keep going!
Some aliens too, and they were a glowing!
We did not celebrate until we were far away.
Sat and ate breakfast together the very next day.
“What were those things?” the aliens asked me.
“What are you?” asked the other three.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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