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Midnight hour was approaching. . .
New Jersey forests hugged each 
Side of the lonely highway.
Tired feet and tired bodies 
Rested upon worn leather seats
In the black stretch limousine 
Containing three sage pilots 
And eight stewardesses, who 
Were all very eager to reach 
The layover hotel where rest 
Would soon feel like heaven.

No other car lights could be seen.
The quiet drone of the limo’s motor
Had a lulling affect and a few of
The crew had drifted off to sleep.
Looking up though the skylight
Window, watching the starlit sky,
One crew member mentioned
The blinking lights in red and green.
Soon everyone was careening
Their heads to see the craft above.

We couldn’t believe our eyes. 
It was a cigar shaped craft that
Seemed to float behind us, blimp
Like, with soundless stealth.
It was soon apparent that it was
Following us at a steady pace.
This went on for miles as we drove
Though the deep and darkened forest.

Our pilots commented that this craft 
Was unlike any they had ever 
Encountered before, instilling fear
In each of us as we continued to be
Under observation by the strange craft.
Was this the mother ship of aliens?
All of a sudden the cigar shaped craft
Seemed to take off at warp speed
Disappearing into the deep cobalt sky,
Leaving only a memory of its presence
Ingrained in our brains for years to come.

for Time Warp Contest by Danielle White
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This happened around 1974 and is the truth as I have written it.

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