Wanton, wild and weird, so it comes,
from out of nowhere from amongst the trees,
and the sounds it makes are of pandemonium,
and so surreal, it is hard to believe,
for what stands before me,
does not look like you or I, but of the galaxy,
and from a distant place,
that has barely seen the sun,
and it blinks, and so do I,
and I am wondering at it,
and it at I as one,
and as the wind it blows,
and the leaves, it tries to speak,
but with a foreign tongue,
now, what could be this creature before me,
I see but of it I have no recognition,
for I am captured at such a sight,
and though it does not scare me,
I am taken aback in wonder,
and with a little fright,
and then, we are quickly and inexplicably,
strangers from other worlds, passing gently into the night.