Epiphany

I saw a shooting star tonight
It bestilled me an eerie fright
It was straight and clear and hard to miss
But the message from that flash was this:

Your life here will soon be done
By hideous means and on the run
Soon, when your day is through
A hippo will escape the zoo

He’ll trample near, your eyes will meet
He’ll track you down on thirteen street
He’ll smoosh you to a bloody mess
He’ll walk away and care no less

So I look up at the sky and cry
And sob and pout and wonder why
I see the clouds and nothing more
T’was not a star I saw before!