The other day I was painting the fence that resides around the little garden that belongs to the apartment/flat I live in.
The paint looked like a mass of melted chocolate, and as I mixed it round the pot with a stick, I was almost tempted to taste it.  The odour it possessed, however, ruined the chocolate illusion.

Anyway, as I painted the wooden fence panels, turning them satisfyingly from a natural wishy-washy, weather-worn grey, to a rich oak brown, I noticed a little robin land a couple of metres away on one of the posts, and it had a look at what I was doing.

I said hello to it, and made I few tweeting noises.  I’m not well versed in robin language, so I hope I didn’t inadvertently say something offensive, but it responded by flying over to the other side of the fence.  It continued to watch, and I imagined it was thinking something along the lines of, “What are you doing there?  Are you digging in the soil?  Have you found any grubs?”

This robin moved its head about inquisitively, and I was honoured that it stayed so close without fearfully flying away from me.
It made me think, what do animals think about?  How do their thought processes work? Do they think like I, and humans do?  Or are they just thinking very simply thoughts; the basics of survival?

However they think, I like to believe that this robin was taking a genuine interest in my activity.  Like humans watch birds doing their daily tasks, perhaps they too like to watch what people are up to.

I saw this robin a second time a bit later, as I painted (presumably the same robin, though it could have easily been another, though I think it was the same little fella).

When I had finished painting, I went into the garage and heard a noise.
A robin had gotten in there and was flapping about at the window, trying to get out.
Was it my friend from earlier?

I caught him/her in a towel and took them outside to release.  The poor chap looked understandably stressed and flew onto a nearby railing.  It stayed there for a minute, before flying into a tree, and another minute later it disappeared.

I hope that robin went on to be alright, and didn’t suffer any adverse affects from its ordeal.

And so, my trivial fence painting task had turned into so much more.  It became a glimpse into nature, into the life and trials of a small winged creature.
And that’s how it is with life: sometimes you set out to do something, and end up discovering something completely new and unexpected in the process.
Sometimes it can be something bad, but sometimes, it can be something amazing.

So I hope humans notice and enjoy the little surprises and insights that nature can provide.
People are a vast number on this planet, and the dominant species, but don’t forget all the little inner ‘worlds’ that co-exist with ours.  They are just as precious, just as remarkable, and just as important.

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If I were an octopus…

It would take ages to put on my shoes.

Spectrum of wonder


An amazing beauty,
An awe inspiring sight,
Droplets of rain,
Combine with the light,

Refraction and reflection,
Reveal hidden colour,
A spectrum of wavelengths,
A view like no other,

Like many a beauty,
Its life is too short,
All the more precious,
A gift to be caught,

So bright and vibrant,
A beacon on grey,
A sky-arc of nature,
To brighten your day.


photo challenge: Surprise

Photo & Poem by:  Anxious Alien

I took this photo yesterday.  The primary rainbow only lasted 5 minutes, and the secondary one only two minutes, so I was honoured to be able to take a picture of this polychromatic phenomenon.

(I’d also never noticed that the secondary rainbow has its colours in the reverse order to the primary too.  Cool!)


Young – it was just what I was,
Youth – I knew nothing else,
So much time for all things, a future unknown,
People wiser than I was myself,

Years – now where did they go,
Time – how fast did it fly,
Now less time for all things, a future unknown,
How did so much of life pass me by,

Fear – is time running out,
Lost – don’t know where to go,
Will I ever find life, of my own in the world,
My existence on Earth, will it show,

Age – much more than a number,
Looks – the signs of years lost,
Is it all left too late, will I be left with nothing,
My limbo, how much has it cost.



In a perfect world we could trust everyone,
Of others have no fear,
Live without the need for keys,
Protecting what is dear,

Alas, we do not live there,
Of others we must fear,
Lock your doors and windows,
From strangers that lurk near.


Photo Challenge:  Security

Photo & Poem by:  Anxious Alien


When I first came to this planet, everything was new and daunting, but it was also exciting.

I’ve always had the feeling lurking away that to exist on this planet is just too much of a task for me, but these past couple of weeks, those feelings have been creeping to the forefront of my mind.

There just seems like so much to do in life.  The human essentials, like getting a job and buying a place to live, and the human ‘norms’, like finding a partner and having friends – they all just seem too much.
And throw in health worries and things like that and it makes me feel completely overwhelmed.

What I find amazing is all the people out there that work several jobs, or have many children or people to look after; have to live paycheck-to-paycheck, work out serious problems; cope with various forms of illness and serious health conditions, either their own or a loved one, and some have all of the above mixed together.
I applaud these champions.  I respect them greatly and think that they are incredible human beings.  I am in awe.

What I feel is a sense of tiredness, like all the human essentials and norms previously listed are so out of reach for me.  I can’t really imagine myself having any of them.
Since I arrived here, I’ve had a few jobs, and lived in a couple of rented places, but they have all been temporary things.

I’ve heard it is human nature to ‘do whatever is necessary to survive’ but I’m not sure that I have that built in for my species.  I just don’t feel any drive, any force or determination; thinking of all the effort and work and slog that you have to put in to survive and strive and get places in this world just makes me feel exhausted, like I know I don’t have the will to do all that.  It’s all too stressful and unknown.

This fact concerns me, and I wonder if the survival/drive instinct is an innate human thing, or is it something that can also be learnt?  If it can, I would like to learn it, because I’m not sure how to really exist and cope with life on Earth if it can’t.


I like to be alone, but I also hate to be alone.

At the moment, I share a home with two other people.  Now, they don’t know of my other-worldly origins, but for the most part they are fine with my quirks and oddities, or at least, the ones I show.
I tend to curb my peculiarities because, as yet, I am not confident enough to be 100% me. A woe which I know many a human suffers from as well.

Anyway, I like to be in the company of my roommates; we get along well and have a nice time, but, as is natural, I like to have my own space and be on my own at times too.  I’m definitely more of a loner than a… whatever the opposite of a loner is called.

What is odd though, is that if I’m in my room, and my roommates in there’s, I feel fine.  I’m alone, but friends are only several feet away.
But when they go out, I’m alone, and now friends are miles away.
I suddenly feel ALONE.

This is when my anxious side comes out.  I feel like I’m completely alone, like I’m the only person on the planet.  I know there are humans next door, or down the street, but they aren’t my friends, and they aren’t my family.
I feel a sense of security with beings I know and have a bond with close by, and when they are far away, that connectivity is broken.  I feel at a loss.

My practical side says, “hey, make the most of having the house to yourself!” but I just don’t feel right.  I know something is missing.
That feeling that humans get when they walk into a room and the people in there have recently had an argument; that uncomfortable atmosphere, no words or telltale signs of a negative occurrence, but a silent feeling in the air that something isn’t right.
It’s similar to that.
I try to do activities and focus on things to distract myself, but my mind knows, it knows that something is missing.

For the most part, I feel like that until one or more of my roommates gets home.
I feel a similar thing when I am outside on my own too; shopping, working, etc.

Is this some kind of home-sickness?  Do I feel alone and anxious because I realise how far away I am from home?

Whatever it is, I wish that I could be alone, and not feel the need for that connectivity.  It’s like a broken bond that just wants re-attach, never feeling at peace until it returns.  Like a lost dog that cannot rest until it finds its master.

A spec in the Universe

The moon
Why does it have no name?  No Roman or Greek deity with which to share its title

Does it feel alone?
Alone like I do when I stare up at its softness, its delicate light

I feel a sense of vastness when I pause to gaze at its phase
So close, yet so far

There is so much more out there
Only the moon, and the gentle flickering of the stars to remind us

Our daily tasks, Earthly woes and elations
There is so much on Earth, on such a small planet in the Milky Way

It’s easy to get lost, caught up in human endeavours
But there is so much more

Gases burning, spending their entire lives in a state of fusion
Lighting up their corner of the galaxy

Nebulae, black holes, planets spinning around their own solar mother
There is so much more

So when you look at the moon
Remember, you are not alone

All humans look up at that same moon
Upon its glowing face

Different races, different genders, different lives
Bound together by the shimmering light

As you go about your day, whether it be good or bad, remember:
There is so much more
And you are not alone.

How foolish!

It’s the first of April today and everywhere, people are engaging in these April Fools.

When I first learnt of a day where it is customary for humans to play pranks and jokes on one another, I thought, “What fun!”
A day solely for socially acceptable madcap shenanigans, some simple and some intricate and well planned out.

But what is it all in aid of?  Well, I turned to the wonderful digital cornucopia of information that this planet has, and I Googled it.
I read all sorts of information, from Romans to literary figures, such as Chaucer, but I didn’t read of any concrete origin for April Fools.

And so, I conclude that it is one of those days simply for mass whimsy; a day where everyone can be silly and have a laugh, without judgement or question.
To this, I applaud.

With all the depressing news out there: serious political issues, wars, tragedies and worries, it is a veritable breath of fresh air that people embrace this day so openly.

It has no cause, no purpose, no ulterior motive.  It’s just fun.  And fun is something that humans, as a species, should engage in as much as they can (providing it hurts no one else).  And mass merriment?  Well, that’s even better!

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