Encounter of the Third Kind

Encounter of the Third Kind One summer night, I visit my sister and her children in Mount Vernon Leaving that town, I pass Mundy Lane; one person in view This young man is ahead and to the left of me Being fully alert;I am now aware of being closely watched I quickly direct my gaze over the houses, towards the moonlit sky On my left about two hundred feet up is a huge, round circular object I look down on the sidewalk, then back up in utter disbelief It is still there, a UFO; motionless and no sound It is black-grey, metallic, saucer-shaped; about half the size of Yankee Stadium There are two sets of square-shaped, rotating soft lights, One row of lights is rotating in a clockwise fashion; The other is rotating in an counter-clockwise motion While keeping the object in plain sight, I begin to walk again As I move on the sidewalk, the UFO is now moving parallel with me There is still no sound, this is not an Earthly machine No one else seem to notice as I stare above me Nearing Baychester and two hundred forty first street, I slow down It slows down and is now at a standing position I am amazed at this heavenly vision. I am now keeping my eyes glued to this object It is now about ten minutes after eleven.The forty-one bus has just arrived The driver has made a u-turn. After getting on the bus, I sit on the left side Crossing gunhill road; the bus is now moving towards the lower Bronx. The object follows at every turn On Webster Avenue, I look down ,then up; it is no more William Morrissey 7/15/90