Three Times In An Hour

Lying there feeling warm and replete Looking up to the sky, this is real neat I never thought-that I would see three But that was just granted to little old me. The first as I lay in the water so hot It flashed through the sky, a plane it was not Within twenty minutes the second one flashed by Two shooting stars in the same bit of sky… Before the hour was up the third came into view What a brilliant night watching the stars that flew Three shooting stars is my first hat trick of stars Lying in hot tub they shot from the plough right past Mars. Three shooting stars I wonder what that means Were they tumblers or stars, or somebody’s dreams A wish I would make on each star that passed by But they still couldn’t match the stars I’d see in your eye. © 1/11/2012 ~GG~