Morning was star news

As the winter sun had woke up to a reddened east
The crow announced an unwanted guest at home.
The bird brought some bad news, the fait accompli
Of a death that had taken place as an extended sleep
Just a dream the dreamer never  woke up to recount.

It was in  early morning that death came knocking,
The vanishing of a father and a son into the night
A night of stars he had pointed to daughter, mother,
As a bad astronomer who had got his Mars wrong
In a cluster of stars flickering on a moonless night.

Pointing to stars are the loving  fathers of daughters.
Their dreams shall go on uninterrupted in the stars.


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