Features that swirled; a muddied moon:
This Creature, rising in the heath,
and I, not knowing whether to run or hide,
just stood and looked
and wondered if what I saw
was just one weird and kinky dream,
or some harmless child
behind a mask of Halloween.
But what really came to mind
was, Is this some mindless beast from down below,
or visitor from some other space or time?
Should I say, here doggy, and stoop
to pet its frame, or speak
to it in symbols, and if they fit
suggestively imply that we,
two creatures from diverse worlds of being,
might actually entertain some relationship.
But it had eyes, and what I contend it saw
was something that did not entirely please.
As if, perhaps, when all enthusiastic,
you’ve been waiting for a lover’s call,
but when finally it rings, it just ain’t that one at all.
So what I saw may well have been a look
so sad, that disappointment, in comparison,
looks almost glad. Its eyes: they glazed.
It just turned off, backed up into the bush, and disappeared.
I like to think
it raised an arm and waved:
Sorry friend, it said, was just a blunder.
I pushed the right button, but got the wrong number.