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The Unexplained Phenomena
One day at the lake, this was a picture I did take,
Most unusual, a little bit odd, comments to make.
Perhaps a glitch or photo lights, to be one answer,
Another made, of a charade, or a ghostly dancer.
In my opinion, for what its worth, is an elusive soul,
An escaping blithe spirit, adjoining, was as to cajole.
Perhaps just is a UFO, said an investigator of sorts,
While we on earth, can't all explain this, as it cavorts.
Whatever it is, it's a little crazy, not so commonly seen,
That old fishing lake there, usually to be quite serene.
This wild bird, its aura in tandem, flying through the air,
Most hypnotic, it sailed on currents, was a day very fair
Just as it came, it went, evaporated from sight, it to disappear,
That white orb, the mysterious object to perplex, was so near.
Now, as I visit that lake once again, my fishing hours to spend,
Leaving a camera behind, for I might find, better time to spend.