On a late spring night, I was setting on our deck waiting to see a cat fight. We were having trouble with other cats fighting our cats. So, I was sitting in the dark, with the outside lights off, to see if anything was going to happen. I looked up at the stars, and saw a plane coming in for a landing at the airport. This was a normal thing. I looked away to pick up my binoculars, that I use mostly to look at the stars. With nothing else to do, I was going to follow the plane with them. When I looked back up, the plane was gone. I mean it was gone. It did not go over, because I would have heard that, and I know it was coming toward me. It did not turn left or right, because I would have been able to see it. That thing was gone.