We didn’t sleep much last night, Basura Cat and me,
She demanded that the Conjunction, we did see.
It was around 2am, when we took to the streets,
Basura in my arms, me with warm slippers upon my feet.
We wandered up and down the streets, in our neighborhood,
We peeked through treetops to see whatever we could.
“It’s there!” she cried, but it was just another streetlight,
We wandered left; we wandered right, wandered with all of our might.
“We must find it!” Basura whispered into my ear,
“It won’t happen again for another 800 years!”
It was getting cold; I was feeling old, trudging through the night
We looked for Saturn and Jupiter, but we couldn’t find the site
We gave up and went home to warm ourselves in dismay,
As the sun began to rise, the start of another day.
Woe is we, who could not find the stars up in the sky
We’ll be back out on Christmas Eve, to watch the reindeer fly.
Stay Safe and Healthy
Much Love Always, #girlwithguitar and Basura
