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Identified Flying Object

I thought I saw a mysterious glitch A strange apparition in the night sky At first, I assumed it must be a witch On a broomstick making a quick fly-by, Then, I observed her twinkling light Which burst into flame, leaving a trail And just as quickly ended her flight, Now I know it was a comet without fail From a distant galaxy out in space Coming so close, into our atmosphere Having for some reason lost its place It wound up dying above me here. Written October 6, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/8/2022 7:27:00 AM

It is a toss up whether I love the theme or the end rhymes more.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/8/2022 7:57:00 AM

Aw, how sweet. Thanks, Caren. I hope you have a marvelous weekend.

Becky Forbes

Date: 10/6/2022 1:33:00 PM

Thing again, I was sly. So glad you saw me when I flew by!

Becky Forbes
Date: 10/6/2022 7:00:00 PM

:-)

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/6/2022 5:58:00 PM

Aw, I know better than that, Becky!

Michael Tor

Date: 10/6/2022 12:47:00 PM

Liked the playing of words Milton glad it was identified. Enjoyed the read my friend...

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/6/2022 1:24:00 PM

Thank you so much, Michael. You are such a faithful reader and commenter, and I appreciate you.

Jim Slaughter

Date: 10/6/2022 10:53:00 AM

How thrilling, L M...comet or witch...either would have been a blast for me.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/6/2022 11:10:00 AM

(chuckling) Thanks, Jim. It was a blast, believe me. I didn't actually think it was, at first, a witch, but, hey, it's Halloween season!

Jenna Logan

Date: 10/6/2022 9:59:00 AM

Your identified flying object is much more interesting than the flying objects I send into space... crumpled pages of unfinished poems that I ruthlessly toss in the direction of a trash can. Most of them landing on the floor as if to say, "Now you have to deal with me again!" The price I pay for throwing it away.

Jenna Logan
Date: 10/6/2022 3:57:00 PM

I spend most of my workday in front of a computer, but when thoughts come to mind and I'm on the couch, I reach for pen and paper.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/6/2022 10:15:00 AM

(chuckling) It has been a long time since I wrote out a poem on a piece of paper. I'm a slave to the computer. For many years I had difficulty composing on the computer, but, as time passed, I became better at it. After I moved from my sister's home sixty years ago, they found crumpled pages I had tossed behind the sofa!

Jeff Kyser

Date: 10/6/2022 9:49:00 AM

Very nice, Milt. I like this one a lot. Died, only to be reborn in a verse… a comet transmogrified into a comment :-)

L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/6/2022 10:16:00 AM

Thank you, Jeff. I didn't think of it that way, but you are absolutely right.