Where do I look I asked myself,
To north or south or where?
A chill goes through me all at once
From all the cold night air!
The lens is long, the sky is clear,
The stars are shining bright.
I lock my view on comet’s heart,
All set to spend the night.
Clicking away at break of day,
Now it is time to stop.
I hope that all my trouble means
I’ve photographed Hale-Bopp!
Back in my home, rewound the film;
The truth is then disclosed.
Something is very wrong indeed.
The film was not exposed!
(May 1997)