Unidentified Material!

The desk sergeant sat at the front desk

in a small police station

a slow day near the end of the shift

in the small rural town

close to a sprawling national park

outside just getting dark!

 

The young man walked up to the counter

holding a grey metallic strip

He looked at the unidentified material

what have you got there son

asking as in front of him it was placed

wondering what he faced!

 

Found it while out walking on open ground

saw something fiery fall

a bang a flash from the skies a craft fell

he said in a story like way

the policeman puzzled he heard no sound

when was this thing found?

 

A few days ago on the other side of the moors

the lad reluctantly said

suspicious still the officer doubted the story

cautiously touching it

there was a strong electrical charge up his arm

pulling back with alarm!

 

I do not believe your story now tell me the truth

where did this come from

there was fear in the lads eyes as he owned up

admitting he stole it

a week before from a friends garden shed

drawn by a loud hum in his head!

 

It was not a metal from this planet he was sure

knowing it was important

how long it had been there he could not say

but was omitting a signal

he was going to keep it but became petrified

with that noise humming inside!

 

The lad went quiet backed away turned and ran

hands on his ears

alone the policeman began to hear the sound

getting louder in his head

leaving his post intent on ringing the inspector

a flash no building anymore!

 

An enquiry followed no explanation for the  blast

a mystery forever cast!

 

The young man nobody had seen or heard of him

missing to was the unidentified material!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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  1. Reblogged this on The Foureyed Poet and commented:

    What had the desk sergeant been shown? Nobody would ever know! The Foureyed Poet.

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