Meeting Odd Little Alien Guy
He is an odd little guy; looks distorted.
Having no fear, I approach him.
We speak through telepathy, not words.
He tells me time travelled from B.C.
How does he know that? I wonder.
He laughs, and I smile. He is an alien, but harmless.
Terrified of cars, dogs, sirens, and street lights.
I wonder what will not terrify him.
Central Park is okay until it gets busy.
He is scared of the fast-moving joggers,
and the old people on park benches.
They did not have old people in B.C. I guess.
I take him to my apartment where he is frightened of
TV, computer, the mixer, a stapler, and almost everything else.
I get him a fuzzy blanket and let him have a little nap.
He teleports during the nap, relieving us both.
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