Shootingstar Poem by Ian Kellett

We wished upon a fallen star,
Amidst the broken trees,
That must have come down in the dark
Or just about to be.

For some of them collapse by day,
Where posts and pylons gleam,
And harry the trajectories
Of most terrestrial beings.

Or revel in the mesosphere,
And flicker for their worth,
Then quickly winking, disappear,
Before they reach the Earth.

But this brave body made it down,
And silent as a mouse,
And just before it came to ground
Demolished our house.