We don’t know much about them,
How they live or eat or sleep.
We don’t know whether they have eyes or elbows, ears or feet.
We think they’re made of glowing gas, we think
they swim, like sharks.
We think they talk among themselves with fireworks and
They’re playful…or at least we think so, judging by
But then we call them gas bunnies and they don’t look
We’ve tried to talk with them before, with sparklers and
We lit a roman candle once, but only got blank stares.
We thought we’d sent a greeting in their
language, bright and glowing.
But maybe we said something rude. There’s just no way of
We’re still not sure they even talk, although it seems
I hope we didn’t make them mad, I just can’t tell. Can you?
Sometimes I think I see them talking
Sometimes even fighting
But maybe I’ve imagined it, or maybe it’s the lighting.
Most people say that Vapor Weeds are complicated creatures
And that we’ll never understand their strange and alien
But if we watch them carefully and keep an open eye
At least we’ll learn a little more. I think it’s worth a try.