The Wise Man and the Star
The proper place for stars is in the sky,
Lighting the whole world but negotiating only
With the highly qualified - master mariners, astro-physicians,
Professionals like ourselves.
This one came unscheduled, nudged us roughly
Out of routine, led us wild-goose chase,
And perching here, above unspeakable rafters,
Common as a starling on a washing line,
Whistles to every callow Dick and Harry,
Idling amazed around: "Ok, pals, I've done my bit.
Over to you now, Earth."
Thank you, Living Wittily.