Here are some of my old poems... again.
Kepler 452B Kepler-425B is very hard to see, But on that planet there might be An 8 legged hippoman With a great suntan, Or someone like you and me. |
An artist's impression of the surface of Kepler 452b. It orbits its star, which is 1,400 light-years away, in 385 days. Credit Danielle Futselaar/SETI Institute
Searching for Adventure
Tonight. Walking under crystal skies I hear two sounds.
The brittle crunch of my footfalls in fallen the snow.
And the great horned owl in the distant trees,
Protecting his territory.
I sense my fallen friends. I sense my father.
My heart quickens, my pace slows.
I sense excitement and joy.
Perhaps adventure still awaits me.
The waning moon
is ready to catch Saturn
in its crescent pouch
as Scorpius and Libra watch nearby.
The Great Horned Owl
cheers the moon's daring.
I don't have to leave the yard
for adventure.
Tonight. Walking under crystal skies I hear two sounds.
The brittle crunch of my footfalls in fallen the snow.
And the great horned owl in the distant trees,
Protecting his territory.
I sense my fallen friends. I sense my father.
My heart quickens, my pace slows.
I sense excitement and joy.
Perhaps adventure still awaits me.
The waning moon
is ready to catch Saturn
in its crescent pouch
as Scorpius and Libra watch nearby.
The Great Horned Owl
cheers the moon's daring.
I don't have to leave the yard
for adventure.
The Hawk and the Mouse
Shadows of past and future
Pass over me
Like the shadow of a hawk
Passes over a mouse
Leaving feelings of dread and worry.
Shadows of past and future
Pass over me
Like the shadow of a hawk
Passes over a mouse
Leaving feelings of dread and worry.