I met an old Alien on one cold November day
His skin was green and had blood shot eyes and his hair was all grey.

His space ship crashed in my back yard.
He looked so forlorn and his space ship was completely charred.

He lost all his luggage and he had no clothes
On a cold winters evening he dam near froze.

I took him to my closet and showed him all my a tire.
He picked out my cocktail shirt, his looks were now on fire.

I took him out to dinner one night and everyone had to stop and stare.
He was an item in their lives that they considered very rare.

His habitat is in my basement, where he constructed a cocoon.
He also spent many hours on my porch gazing at the moon.

He did not speak or make sounds, he only used his eyes.
He would often try to point and explain the skies.

Then one day his friends all came to take him back home.
Their space ship was amazing like Frisbee made of chrome.

I saw in his eyes that he was happy and also sad.
He gave me a final strange salute that today it makes me glad.

I often wonder to this day as I look into the sky.
If he was really a he or she, because she was very shy.