In outer space it is someplace I like to call it home,
Just me, my parrot, and my cat, I never am alone.
We fly around from point to point, we skim the atmospheres
Of numerous celestial orbs; our destination nears.
A close approach -- a flash! A shake! My parrot, he says "Squawk!"
My cat, he says, "Meow," says I, "Meow," but not to mock.
Our ship it seems has run aground and now we're not in space,
But rather in a neat red field, a brand new settling place.
And now that space, that old someplace, it is no more my home,
But underneath an orange star, man, bird, cat, alone.
for Meriko 1993
4/1/95.07:43 - 4/1/95.07:43