Falling, gaining mass and speed,
    Their need,
Return to the Earth from whence
     They came,
Their landing was not quiet, sounded
      Like a riot,
With the staccato tappity which caused
       My heart to race,
While I lay in my bed, pillow under my
       Head, where
Thoughts went rat-a-tat-tat staccato
       Keeping me awake
This rapid concerto was not restful,
        Yet I seemed,
To make it through the night with my
         Eyes closed
But woke tired, to find my toes a tapping
        Staccato, perhaps
           All night


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