I saw it fly across the sky
A summer's evening, there sat I
On my porch feeling mellow,
I saw it fly across the sky,
A spear of orange-yellow.
I thought a meteor had glowed
But please let me be candid;
The way it turned and then it slowed
I knew no rock had landed.
I led my dog, whose name is Kip
To walk the local valley,
We always take a rural trip
When dusk begins to rally.
Aware of that location where
An object had descended,
Our route was twilight-toned and fair,
The lengthened shadows, splendid.
Kip ran ahead, his joy was plain
By now we both were nearing;
Beside the stream we left the lane
Then came upon a clearing.
Some distance off were gnarled oak trees,
I knew each rough and raw gem,
The woodlands started here with these
And that's when I first saw them:
Against the forest, camouflaged
But still with pristine features
I witnessed as my fears enlarged
Two tall unearthly creatures.
My mind was blown, my reason gone
My spine it tingled, perching
On heights of shock as I gazed on
They seemed to be researching.
Both knelt and studied our world's ground
With confidence and prudence,
Their flesh was green, they peered around
Like reptiles who were students.
And then Kip crouched, from deep inside
He barked a bark so nervous
Which meant we lost the chance to hide,
They stood up to observe us:
I can't describe the way they looked
At me, red eyes are cunning,
One gestured with its fingers hooked
But me and Kip were running.
I fled in panic, torn and frayed,
As feeble as a wafer
And didn't stop until we made
The porch - home just feels safer.
While waiting there, on guard and tense
From yonder came the roaring,
It rose out of the woods, immense;
Their craft above me soaring.
I saw it fly across the sky,
That night I shunned bedcovers
With coffees, Kip and thoughts of my
Encounter with the others.
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