As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, 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 25 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 63. It reminded me of a swarm of bees. After that, I slewed to Abell 27 in Ursa Minor. It was as bright as the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I studied B 490. It glowed, rather like desert sand.
After a short break to do some yoga, I checked out B 38 in the western sky. It seemed almost a smoke ring.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I hunted NGC 2800. It seemed most like Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to M 17 in Triangulum. It compared favorably with whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, I had a chance to see M 16. It looked like nothing I'd ever seen before. After that, I checked out Abell 53 in Pisces Austrinus. It looked uncannily like a whale spouting. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought M 104. It glowed, rather like cotton on velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I observed IC 216. It gave the appearance of Smokey the Bear.
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.