Umbrella of stars hangs lucent in the sky
Flickering by as nightbirds trill the wing
One moment when hill tops wait on standby
To relish the charm of dusk, awakening.
And this blissful scenery becomes mine
Where memorials of walk take me awhile,
Into a parade of light with blinks divine
As evening’s sari wears a lovely smile.
UFO Contest of Robert Heemstra