Sense Sonnet - Chiller

First Hit

Just a matter of time and fate,
That manmade objects now in space
Will strike a human (mark the date),
As such debris falls anyplace.
So far in decades of space flight
And thousands of tons of debris,
No falling stuff has set its sight
On falling down on you or me.
But as populations do grow,
And more and more space stuff does fall,
Odds are a hit on - doncha know!
Some even give bookies a call.

Falling space junk - no act of God.
Some someday will target some bod.