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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