Alien

Looking up, the metal monstrosity hovered over me, The rocket flared, shooting the being high into the stratosphere, Floating, zigging, zagging, and otherwise outflying the world below, Gravity touched not its jagged wings, The jarred hearts inside, caring not for the fear below, Their mass hysteria a joke to them, Few cares for a world…

Santa Air Inc.

In air mid flight, Startled with such a fright, Looking out tinted window, Visualizing UFO, or, wait… No, rubbing my brow, Estatic I see below, Eight reindeer with Santa in tow, Frost blowing off the sleigh, As they dance and prance through open air, With flash and flare, They dash and almost crash, Before gliding…