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First sightings
 
As the sky prismed into light
a hidden vehicle drove, right to left,
along the tree lined lane beyond the field.
 
All I could see was the brilliant glare
preceeding it, contained in a moving basket
of clutching twigs and branches.
 
Then, it was gone. A sliver of moon
and one bright planet sparked above the trees.
Two magpies, silent, flew in for breakfast.
 
 
John Bailey
Lincolnshire, December 2004

 

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