Falling Star

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
how I wonder who you are?

Are you a UFO from afar?
Alien, or just I don't know,
Shining in the dark?

Are you a rogue comet?
Coming so close to make me vomit,
on the chance of your arrival?

Are you an asteroid in a rage?
On the same orbital page,
just about to plummet?

Are you a lost satellite?
Orbiting lower with every flight.
Too soon to burn up in the night.

Are you about to supernova?
About to blow your cover?
And annihilate the Earth?

Or are you just a Hollywood icon?
Burning both ends of your life on,
the reality show called strife.

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
are you real or just a scar,
on the atmosphere of my youth?

To tell the truth, I don't know,
and as a star named Clark once said,
"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."

Sicko the Killer from The Horror Dome

Food for thought.  A prelude to my story
Wish upon a Falling Star,
based on facts from amateur astronomer
Douglas W. Boucher who photographed the
Comet Bennett over Lake Tekapo in February 1970,
 as seen from Mount John, New Zealand.


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