Space Hexsonnetta
He stands and scans the sky;
he searches for a light,
as on that distant night.
"I didn't tell a lie -
I'm not that kind of guy,"
he swore, "I saw that sight."
He spots a flash of green;
it changes then to red.
(A dream his friends, had said!)
He photographs the scene,
to show 'em what he's seen -
too bad his dad is dead.
A laser beam is shot;
he dies upon the spot.
for Andrea's Hexsonnetta contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2015
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