The launch and operation of a communications satellite? Flashes of colour and roars of noise, Sparks of light and glimpse of poise; The rocket's launch I fly free and straight and true, Watching for things to pursue. Flying into orbit Dancing 'cross the midnight sky, I wander twixt object and eye; See me once and see me 'gain, Find me 'fore I'm beyond ken. Many satellites are civible from orbit, and space can be considered a place beyond human knowledge at this time. Lives a-threatened, courage burned, Walking, waiting, long since spurned; No clue whatsoever, I think it might be a military satellite and these are the weaponry systems? Find my claws enshrouded in shadow, See my calls emblazoned on flow. The thing itself would be in fairings, and it's a communications satellite to is makes "calls".