Friday, February 22, 2013


howling at twin moons

the cantocanine alerts its master

to a bright star passing between them

the new-bred mutt shakes a head

as four droopy ears dangle

framing a three-eyed pug-nosed snout

(how much it resembles its master

even here even now...some universal

constant no amount of breeding

and genetic fiddling will completely erase)

while the master adjusted his tri-lens face

to examine this bit of stellar trajectory...

he calculates its position

there in this world where his colony thrives

he and his faithful friend (as given...some things

cannot be changed...) turn and walk back

to the comfort of their settlement

through blowing violet sands flecked

with tiny orange diamonds

the cantocanine baying in F#

while his master stores in memory his take on the star

it approaches and does so rapidly

taking its aim between the custodian satellites

nothing to do about it at this time

as the devastated abandoned

earth is currently retrograde...

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