Eclipse

My glasses are ready - I'm up in the air And flying out west; the eclipse will be there. The crowds are camped out with their cameras trained, Relieved to see Natures's on board; it's not rained. The seat-back TV's show the moon on the right As it moves toward the sun, slowly taking a bite; But the pilot's informed us that as we go forth We won't really see much for we'll be too far north. The ancients, at least those smack dab in its path, Must have felt they were dealing with gods and their wrath And for animals, such a thing's surely a fright When the daytime's replaced by the darkness of night. We now know the details and reasons and such Yet still, though so little amazes us much, It's been 99 years since we've gotten to host This rare solar eclipse, to be viewed coast to coast.