UFO

Is there anybody out there?

Television shows of UfOs,
Plotting courses and where to go.
Night time viewing for the insane,
Because everyone knows they won't come back again.

Warminster, site of many a show,
Hundreds travelled there, just to know.
They watched the multi-coluored light,
And sat on cold hillsides all the night.

Filled with wonder, filled with awe,
They came back night after night, just to see more.
Aliens visitors, or military plane?
One more night, maybe we'll see it again?

Today they venture out after dark,
Not to create a circle just for a lark,
But to study the sky and see the sight,
Of a UfO flying through a star-lit night.

Red lights flit across the sky, without a care,
A UFO or an army flare?
Or is there something more profound,
As they fly without a sound?

Do they observe the people on the hill,
Flying past, any way at will.
Or are they there, cosmic mickey takers,
Really the true circle makers?

Cold nights, misty and silent, mystery shroud,
Without a pint or the urge to speak outloud,
Eyes peeled for a sight,
Of the phantoms of the night.

In truth, many do not really care,
For the answer is just being there.
Maybe there is an outside chance, a realisation,
That tonight there might be a real visitation.

4.4.95
Steve Jones