Hooooooo-wwaasshhh!

Still in the midst of summer, I'm pining for the lake in Vermont.
Here's a memory of something Christine and I saw fly over Moosalamoo one night...

Hooooooo-wwaasshhh!

(Note - at the end of this poem, the reader is invited to shout out the name of the title)

Not a falling star, for parallel to the Earth
  a thing unpinned to Heaven wreaked,
  and over the mountain brightly streaked,
Of these, the largest which dash above our peaks
  are fireballs, stones that circle earth for ages,
  then gouging through the atmos at perigee they rage
  flaming out once they’ve broken through the turn, again,
  and yes, rare times some explode…
Now this was a diminutive and momentary sun,
  matching on it’s course the ridge upon it’s run,
With curly-cue’s of fire flash lapping on behind,
  wagging it’s tail all a spray, the night’s fiery fountain
  as it arced over tonight’s velvet mountain,

This brilliant chameleon bore an ever re-growing tail
  of orange, red, yellow, blue,
  each outgrowth sparking bold and briefly through,
  as by an invisible hand each suddenly picked,
  and blown out as quickly as a kindling click,
Ask me,
  was it consumed by or did it exit our sky?
  for answer I’ll not even try,
As then just as briefly as it came
  the ball smoked out above the ground,
  naught by but starlit ash and my memory to be found
Then seeming all was dead – it spoke!
Can you imagine what it said?