looking up at the multicolored skies
Amos wondered if there were people
out there w/ long slender bodies
& attractive round humps & bumps
between the long linear limbs; &
the silky hair unlike any found on his world;
our hair is stiff & bristled;
sensitive to the touch - Amos came by & I            made some sulfur-tea;
we smoked a cloud & he started in:
'I don't agree w/ the Mentor.
I say there are creatures made of plastic w/
cute faces; red lips& painted blue eyes!'
I looked over at him & shook my heads;
'Amos, there are no beings such as u believe;         that box fell from space - who knows how long it's been floating                     out there' -
'My point exactly! There must be
another race totally unlike our own,
but I'm certain these small figures
   are a clue to what they look like.'
Amos rushed out w/out                                            
saying anything further
                                             & I was glad of that;
he said he's been having dreams;              I have              
no idea what that is;