A Magic 8 Ball Poem with a blinking Magic 8 Ball It's the fold between night and day - Am I even here? Very Doubtful I hear the rush of something in the leaves - Should I even care? Ask Again Later A car approaches, and I pull the dog aside — Should I wave? Concentrate And Ask Again Shall I wave? Yes I did as you told but there was no response - How shall I behave? Better Not Tell You Now The sun begins to climb and morning breaks — Is this the end of an all-nighter? Signs Point To Yes I'm talking to a voice of a object from childhood - Does that make me a writer? Without A Doubt