Quadruple decker ufo
humming on the moon bald hill
on the rim of town, where firs in rows
are buffeted with south wind blows.
Rub the doubt out from your eyes,
slap each cheek awake and throw
water in the face - what, lies? no no!
The first sight still remains, and purrs
like a glowing eyed jungle cat,
a giant bird on a stovepipe hat.
How much those beings have advanced
with layers four and lights that dance!
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