As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the inner workings of chaos theory as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 50 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 21. It reminded me of Gollum. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see B 365. It was like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to Abell 7. It took me back to the first time I saw Gollum. Then, for a real challenge, I had a chance to see B 487. It seemed almost a far-away cloud. Then, for a real challenge, I tried for NGC 6880. It was better than diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I jumped to Abell 15. It appeared to be Smokey the Bear. After that, I located NGC 1701. It was better than a smoke ring. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tracked down Abell 54. It somewhat resembled a UFO. After that, I star-hopped to B 105. It sparkled like diamonds on black velvet. After that, I jumped to M 44 in Cygnus. It seemed most like Dubya. Next, I hunted NGC 5758. It looked like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I added to my logbook Abell 35. It would be easy to confuse with the face of God. After that, I found by accident IC 1502. It appeared as desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I hunted for Abell 67. It reminded me of dandruff on black satin pajamas. Next, I sought NGC 4234. It appeared to be a spider. Next, I glimpsed M 57 in Ursa Major. It was better than cream being swirled into hot coffee. After that, I star-hopped to IC 58. It glowed, rather like Gollum.
Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than being ravaged by savage wild wombats.