Sat down in the wood a parting through the trees I look up, I see high above pepperpot puffy clouds pulsing I realize that these are not clouds but alien convoy craft mimicking cloud it took me a while to realize. I felt fear for the sheer size of the convoy was mesmerizing I felt a tingle in every part so high were they, ready to surge outside the atmosphere of this planet it felt all for me. It was only for me, I thought as if no one else had seen this. This thought had existed for some time now every day alive when looking up it had produced a connection with what I had seen high above and occasionally below apparent clouds. Drifting but some shapes clearly seemed to hold more significance than others. But on this day sat between the trees in Turkers Wood I had noted that Alien Craft had been lingering in the atmospheric parking lot above, and it was not just naturally occurring cloud form. Was I now to be from this day hunted or left alone a partial fear struck. So overbearing would this fear become that I felt alone in a world that does not see.
