Hovering over the paddock it lingered
A metallic spaceship with gold lights blinkered
It had been on the grass with a humming sound
As the outside of the craft spun all around
They had seen the lights dancing and decided to explore
And had come across the saucer spinning even more
Both had been sceptical of the local stories they heard
Of the Min Min lights and how they seemed absurd
The local aborigines had told of the lights in the Outback
As they danced around in the paddocks as a matter of fact
The object they saw this night made them ponder
What it was as it rose up and left in the sky up yonder.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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