Air Show For One

I cannot say that I communicated with a UFO but I felt like I communed with one I yelled for my husband to come see He discounted it as some weird plane And promptly returned inside to the TV set It hovered, dipped, swooped In precariously odd ways, nothing like a machine I sat outside for a long time, Feeling I had been selected Wondering what might happen next It had a glow about it, but not neon Something else, something not of this earth If I knew what four-d was, maybe I could equate it to that All I really know is that it quickly grabbed my attention. At first it was hovering, not moving at all I thought this peculiar which is why I fetched my husband. The second he spotted it, it began to move like a plane. When he returned to the house it made swirls and loops. This is about eleven thirty at night, no time for an air show. I would have to guess this was thirty or forty years ago I felt like it was playing in the sky for my benefit, to entice me. Frankly, I still do.