The Last Star Party |
The night was cold and calm, The sky was mostly clear. A ghost of twilight lingered, As points of light appeared. |
A hundred hunters strolled about Their cannons black and white, Seeking out their fuzzy prey Throughout the starry night. |
Then squeaks and beeps began to sound As the hunters got to work; Cameras buzzed, and people laughed, And lasers pierced the murk. |
The scopes were trained on blobs of light, Nebulous and blue. Some blobs were flat and others round With stars all scattered through. |
A crescent moon was seen by some, And Jupiter was, too. Saturn was a slendid sight As the Horsehead sprang to view. |
Clouds which were lurking toward the west Then spread to fill the void. They hid all but the brightest stars And the hunters grew annoyed. |
Here and there a patch of sky would grow And then would disappear. Telescopes were abandoned; The hunt was ended here. |
Lawn chairs now took the place of ladders, And towels hit the dirt. Hunters who had prowled the night Soon became inert. |
Ocasionally a meteor had streaked across the sky, Mostly dim and blue. But more were now expected, As Leo's visage grew. |
Suddenly there was a flash of light. The crowd let out a yell. A blue-green trail hung brightly in the sky, The burning gas dispelled. |
The people there began to count As dimmer streaks appeared. More dust grains met a fiery death; The party got in gear. |
Forty were counted the first hour, At least a hundred after that. A clearing sky left more to see, And fewer people sat. |
They came as singles And as groups, In east and south and west. To the north and overhead It was just like all the rest. |
Only seconds came between each sighting, Most were bright and long. Fireballs became the rule, The shouts became a song. |
"One to the north!" "There's three!" "There are two below the belt!" "Wow, to the west, look at that!" "That's one I almost felt!" |
Necks grew sore, heads jerked around, Then the wind began to blow. The hunters went for cover, Abandoning the show. |
A red sky came before the sun, And still the bolides fell. People woke to bitter cold Outside their camper's shell. |
They packed it in, one and all, Finally departing for their homes. And the hunters knew their memories Would long see fiery stones. |
This party was unlike any other, And probably the best. This final trip to hunt the stars Marks a fitting time to rest. |
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