Mars Cat

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.

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