This
Morning,
To
My
Shock,
A
Spaceship
Landed
In
The
Middle
Of
The
Block.
Neighbors
Ran
Into
The
Morning
Cold,
As
Out
Strolled
Two
Beings
Of
Solid
Gold.
They
Took
A
Look
At
The
Gawking
Crowd,
And
One
Said
Rather
Loud,
“Nothing
Civilized
Here
To
See,
Let
Us
Flee.”
Uncertain
What
We
Had
Heard,
No
One
Said
A
Word.
They
Marched
Back
In,
The
Craft
Began
To
Spin
And
Up
They
Went,
In
A
Steady
Ascent.
I came
Back
Home
To
Finish
My
Tea,
Wishing
They
Had
Taken
Me.