A lady walks onto the shore of a secluded lake,

Removes her clothes one by one,

And wades out into the water, before swimming to the middle at a gentle butterfly stroke;

Floating on the surface of the still lake,

Facing a midnight sky above,

Surely, meditating on the moon and its sublimity!

Reflecting the stars back like a mirror;

From far above, it must seem like:

This siren is being raised up, on a flotilla of stars!

To leave any extraterrestrial fascinated and awe-struck!

At this extraordinary creature cocooned in diamonds and offerings, precious beyond imagining;

For, I have been perched on a branch just 10 feet from terra firma and looking out all this while,

With camera in hand, in an aborted effort to photograph the night sky,

And, my jaw has long since dropped off !

But I am loathed to disturb these events and what they may portend, by trailing my camera on this remarkable beauty, and pressing ‘click’,

For, if there is any intelligent life in the galaxy with the means to travel across the stars,

There could not have been any better invitation to treat,

So, I may just witness first contact yet!