4 June – Space invader

There’s no appointment in the diary.
But here he is on a Thursday morning,
marching across the top of my screen
demanding top spot on my task list.
I squint to better assess his identity,
but he comes from some tiny, alien outside world
and I have never seen his orange hue
or diminutive shape before.
He is clearly here on long distance reconnaissance,
a miniature discoverer bent on conquering Inside.
Nose close, I see him lift his tiny front legs to his face,
washing, or feeding, perhaps even waving,
who’s to say?
When I next look up from my words
he’s gone,
presumably finished with living room circumnavigation,
maybe he’s now bravely claiming the hall.