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She crawled out of a late night package… |
| On the second that the next day starts The cardboard folding on the package parts. I see this little ball of fluff crawl out, It’s cute, despite the circumstantial doubt. I found the package outside hours ago With no address, but took it, even so - They put it on my porch, in open sight, A message saying, “Open at midnight.” I see the creature’s wings begin to show; Her warm brown eyes begin a violet glow; Her telepathic message hits my mind; The cute thing isn’t altogether kind. “Take me to your tsar,” the creature tells, Older than the Mars of Orson Welles; I tell her that our history moved on, The tsar and fiefdom eras now long gone. She has a taste for poetry and Zen, And when I pet her, she relaxes then; Though randomly she shows her teeth and growls, And scares the neighbor house cats when she prowls. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_War_of_the_Worlds_(1938_radio_drama) Written for a daily contest:
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