Sonneteer's note: this is the latest installment of an on-going sonnet serial, Pepito Mojito: The Interstellar Feller. New readers can get up to speed by clicking on the "Interstellar Feller" tag below to bring up all installments. Start at the bottom and read your way up to today's...
Meanwhile, we left Pepito 'mongst a crowd
Of aliens behaving strangely; they
Emit dull hums that, like their eyes, doth cloud
Pepito's cogitations as they sway
Around him. Now across their ruddy skins
Begins a swirl of subtle colors, and
Pepito's lost indeed; his poor head spins.
A last mojito tumbles from his hand
E'en as the leader's grip on him goes slack.
A pretty scene is this, our hero caught
Within a web of something that we lack
The knowledge to explain well as we ought.
For hours this plays out with not a sign
That anything will change. Is this benign?
Friday, February 12, 2010
Raindrops on Kittens
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