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
Copyright © William Morrissey | Year Posted 2016
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