All the Shooting Stars are Airplanes

Last night,
I thought I saw a shooting star
Falling from the heavens.
As it descended,
I wished I could go to space
And leave the solitary
Confines of my room.
I found my telescope
In the closet;
I brushed off the dust
And turned it towards
My bedroom window,
And to my surprise,
The shooting star
was just an airplane
Returning dutifully
to the earthen floor.