Poetry and stuff

the aliens

The Aliens
By Lisa Noe

It was a cold night and she couldn’t sleep
A humming noise kept her up all night.
In the distance she saw a light
Oh my isn’t it a plight

She saw a round shiny ship,
She started to run but then she tripped.
A door opened and here he came
A creature so beautiful it made her ashamed

What are you she asked the being
I am what I am, you get what you’re seeing.
A glorious sight, they stood so tall
She wanted to meet them all.

Come with us the being requested
Leave this place where you have been nesting
Your beauty bewitches me
For I surely must go and see.


Lisa Noe~kittylove
2015 Quills winner,
Honorable Mention