First impressions of a local park from a little green alien I found there
A canal of green,
creatures scamper through this terrestrial sea of threads,
each apparently a living blade.
The ground is solid, it holds my feet so I do not float through cloud matter. Towering pillars of brown scratch at sticky
air, veiny tendrils extending above me in an unfathomable web.
Bipedals vocalize in discordant sounds that nonetheless
feel like they belong in conversation with the soft breeze.
I will ponder how light comes from a sky gray with the absence of stars.