UFO

• Loren Howarth, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

UFO By Loren Howarth
As I watch every night,
Mystery lurks through the air waiting to light.
There is a slight breeze....I continue to look on with ease
Bang! Everything is dark, no lights can be seen
Then there is a sudden breeze, there is something to be seen.
It is tall and strange, green and slimy
It calls my name
I try to scream but no sound comes out
It comes over to me; it touches my face then my hands.
It pulls me out of bed
I close my eyes and hope for the best but expect the worst
Where is it taking me? I feel rocks and sticks beneath my feet
I fall to the ground; I try to open my eyes
It is impossible, I’m at my end
Just go to sleep I am already Dead.