I caught the stars dancing last night.
They didn’t see me see.
They were twinkling away in the velvet blue,
As normally as could be.
When they must have heard a penny flute,
Or the beat of a tom-tom drum.
Because right in front of my honest eyes,
There began a strange procession.
The stars abandoned their usual posts,
And shuffled into a line.
Then began to march across the sky
In a quivering celestial spine.
You won’t believe this tale I’ve told,
Without evidence, I think.
So jump into the cyber web,
And Google, “Aliens or Starlink?“