What would you do, an aging mind's affecting you, when out of nowhere in the night, a flying saucer drops from flight, a few days later then appears, an alien with slits for ears, turquoise skin and a bald head, a taste for apples that he's fed, would you do your best to welcome, let him spend some time in your home, share the rituals of your day, let him recover in his way, introduce him to a friend, while he's getting on the mend, perhaps another barges in, and a song she starts to sing, all the time there are suspicions, that your mind needs a physician, it's as if you've lost your head, not like the one that exploded, as you prowl around to find, something dead that was feline, would you not make a mighty fuss, once Gary's euthanised your puss.
