Look Up, Little Suzy, Look Up!

 

Very loosely.

It might be a drone!

            Same as usual since early December our friend Suzy Q was manning, well catting, her station at the front window keeping an eye on the eerie colored lights and the deflating snowman  lawn critter. He leaned toward the street as a disreputable angle.
            As it grew dark, the lights shone more brightly. She could see various people passing in front of the lights, walking up or down the street. They all looked pretty shifty to Suzy. Someone had to be sitting on the porch across the street. She could see the orange glow of a cigarette intermittently. Puff by puff, it waxed and waned. It was sort of hypnotic.
            She shook her head and snapped out of it. What was it that was so entrancing about those little fires? Suzy had no idea.
            Getting a bit blasé about Christmas lights she began to scan the sky over the houses up and down the opposite side of the street. There seemed to be something going on up there.
            “What the crunchy granola is going on in the air,” thought Suzy to herself.
            “Hey, Willie, c’mere,” Suzy called out rather urgently.
            “What’s up, oh rash and suggestable one,” he said from the floor. But curiosity works on Willie too, so he made the big jump to the top of the sewing machine desk. It was a bit of an investment on his part.
            “Watch this,” she said. “They keep doing it, over and over.”
            They sat meatloaf style together and observed the atmosphere over the houses.
            A sort of vague disturbance zoomed down the street toward the south. Hot on its trajectory came something else. This thing seemed to be in a sort of toy airplane disguise, but it wasn’t a plane. It had red lights, green lights, and white lights in a sort of triangle pattern.
            This went on for a while. It looked like a hunt of some kind. Ghosts pursued by confusing mechanisms. All sorts of goofy ideas came to their minds, almost like it was meant to cause goofy ideas.
            “You know what, Suzy? When I shut my eyes I can’t see it,” remarked Willie.
            “How are you going to discern what is going on with your eyes shut, you ninny!” inquired Suzy, of her brother.
            “What I figure is this. It’s not our problem. At least not for now. We can’t do a darn thing about it, whatever it is. If it becomes our problem, we’ll know it. There won’t be any wondering if it’s our problem. Therefore, I suggest that we go about our business as usual. Easy. Stress free,” opined Willie.
            So, Suzy tried shutting her eyes also and found that it worked. Whatever was flying around out there made no difference to her at all. It was like clouds or wind. It had been known to happen, but as mere house lions, it wasn’t their problem.
            “OK, Willie. You win this time,” yawed Suzy.
            “Yeah, let’s hit the sack,” said Willie. “I’ll take the sofa.”
            “I’ll take the back of the recliner,” said Suzy.
            Soon both were snoozing away without a care in the world!