Ufo's

• Stephanie Killian, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

its dark and scary what do i do?
there is a bright light not far from trhe moon.
It's getting closer and closer,
it's coming i know,
It will take me far from home.
The plate comes and sinks its teeth into the ground.
As it hit i heard a strange sound?
The thing wants me, so i start to run.
What grabbed me? I need light.
Where is the sun?
It took me to the ship, where to now?