Strangely Odd
A bit of a strange person who lived quietly even secretly
none of his neighbours really knew him except to nod in passing
he would scurry by with barely a nod in return almost mincing
never a light did they see in his home the windows shining blankly
Strange sounds were often heard like he was talking in guttural tones
but to whom was never known, perhaps they thought to himself
it was all just so odd, some people swore that he was a elf
whatever he was people swore that they had seen a lot of bones
The type that came from small animals some littering his yard
and neighbourhood pets had been vanishing at a most alarming rate
at last they felt something need to be done, their curiosity to sate
breaking down his door they found no-one just some papers charred
In the middle of the floor lay a cocoon where it seemed he slept
glowing with an eerie light that pulsed as if it was alive
looking at it closer it became most apparent it was a hive
full of pulsing eggs they torched it as this they could not accept
I watched a documentary about if there are already aliens already living
here on earth
This is the first part of an on going story there are so far two other parts
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