Aliens come to observe the creatures of Earth. |
Tiny and timid, diminutive too; they like to hold hands—all Whiskotoes do. Alpha Centauri, their home planet’s star; alien wee creatures Whiskotoes are. Sixteen have dropped down to Earth for a spell; they celebrate sixteenth birthdays as well. Going unnoticed by Earthlings okay; Whiskotoes observe our planet each day. They are enthralled with all creatures extant, from a rhinoceros to fire ant. But since they’re tiny, for seeing to fly, they have to find vantage points from on high. They like exploring the jungle for sure; but they all huddle with lions astir. They heard that humans call this cat a king; even to Whiskotoes, it has a ring. Up in the trees they see toucans abide; elephants stomp by—the Whiskotoes ride. Alien creatures have channeled their fear; some of them hold to an elephant’s ear. Whiskotoes wend o’er the Earth in their ship; quick is an Africa-Amazon trip. There on a river so wide do they boat; they are observant yet they do not gloat. Fish in the rivers or fish in the lakes; Whiskotoes are quite averse to mistakes. They’re counting species for their book of life; they find the creatures of Earth to be rife. They observe humans from plains to the shore; much of what they see makes Whiskotoes sore. They see injustice and hunger for pelf; humans a species who preys on itself. Even in libraries Whiskotoes roam; among the many tomes they feel at home. They learn one fact which compels them to think; most of the creatures of Earth are extinct.* Whiskotoes get in their ship to return, hoping humanity someday will learn: there is no guarantee survival wins, when love is halted and hatred begins. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp 9-4-16 _____ *95% of all species to ever exist are now extinct. |