UFO

A poem, about seeing an unidentified flying object

Slowly it came down
With hardly a sound
It was small, it was round
And I was the only one around.
I watched it with fear
As it landed quite near
I was feeling queer
I wanted to get out of here.
But I was rooted to the spot
Run away I could not
I was panicking a lot
My nerves were shot.
In front of my eyes
Was this big surprise
A UFO, a spy
A visitor from the sky.
Then... Back into space
At lightning pace
Leaving no trace
It headed to another place.
It was gone
Nothing to lay my eyes upon
It was gone
Who wlll believe me? - No one.