Munday on Monday: Sky chart

Sky chart

When something in the nighttime sky

Is special — say, a comet nigh —

The paper prints a chart that’s fine

Which always shows horizon line

Depicting little house alone;

A barn or tree is often shown,

And tiny church with pointy steeple

With silhouettes of several people.

But outside, I horizon-glance:

There’s none of that! I look askance;

The map shows stellar marvel — darn!

As right above that little barn.

In vain I peer for barn to see,

Or even that distinctive tree.

And so I quit — no use this night —

What hope have I to see this sight?

Don Munday