It’s a Dog’s Life
A poem

When the spaceship splashes down in a fanfare of eerie sounds into the lake, I share an incredulous look with my dog Leo while on our walk, which seems to ask: “Is this real?”
A door collapses inwards and stairs wend their way to the shore. I tend to think of aliens as little green men but these creatures are different.
I’m not sure how they communicate without mouths. But somehow, they translate their desire to find the best that our planet has to offer on their short visit.
I wrack my brain to narrow down the many choices around town. Food is out, unfortunately, since they have no mouth and tropical island getaways are too far south.
Music concerts are hard to get into even for humans, and I don’t believe in waiting in the long lines at Disneyland — I don’t think they’d understand.
I look down at Leo again and he looks up at me, and the concept becomes apparent very easily. I let them pet my dog and he licks their hand and I think in the end, the visitors understand.
Love is a concept that you can’t see or touch — The best of what Earth offers, and I told them as much. There’s nothing better to show in the end than the love of humanity’s loyal best friend.





