The Shooting Star

The Northern Star shot me
without warning
It was a headshot
with a ray of ectoplasm
a starry night drive by shooting
and when the ray hit me
I began to dance

The Moon was watching the scene
distantly
She had seen all this
many times before
and just shook her head knowingly
as she began her dive
below the horizon

The Northern Star was still on the sky
its body language didn’t reveal
its true motives
and I was still dancing
to its celestial tune
As I danced I howled to the moon
to come back and help me
but she was gone
The Waltz of the Starry night continued
and I howled
to no one in particular
and danced