The U.F.O. Poem by Paul Warren

The full moon rides the clouds
Across a winter's sky
With the odd star floating in
As the clouds blow on by

The moon in all its splendour
Shines a bright night light
And I watch the airplanes fly
In formation as they go land

But the last one in line
Changed course immediately
And the coloured lights
Blinked alternatively in a pattern

I saw it stop so suddenly
And it grew in brightness
Until it flashed a blinding white light
And disappeared not to be seen again.

© Paul Warren Poetry