After a long dawn-to-dusk investigation,
The three-fine-detectives were disappointed
That they'd been revolving all-around,
Nitpicking, focusing on the anomalies,
And failing to gather concrete evidence.
They were passionate and keen,
They knew that they could do it,
They felt that they were near
To cracking the curious case
Within the target number of days.
The night was still young and pending,
They were half asleep, seated in their cars,
And half awake, trying connect the dots.
When the city lights went blinking and dim,
And when the neighbourhood called it a night,
They could hear the starlings singing,
As the star-link satellites rowed past
The unclouded, surreal starlit-sky,
All in assemblance on collectively providing
A calming effect on the three-fine-detectives.