Orion
·𐑹𐑲𐑩𐑯
hanging over the neighbour’s roof
Orion
winter’s a-comin then
his glittering belt of nebulae
solid proof
of magic
as I gawp
and try to remember
the old names
I twiddle my beard
other hand on hip
and wonder
if some far distant ancestor
had ever done
this exact same thing
just before an Autumn dawn
not sleeping
his dog
having a pee
there!
Menkalinan
Aldebaran
Bellatrix
and just behind the tree
wow!
Rigel!
all a-glitter
maybe too low
to see Sirius
one of the hunter’s dogs
only a bazillion miles
the other side
of the shed
the unthinkable reaches
of aeons
of light years
the immeasurable heaven
of Laniakea
all that space
all that time
apparently
the same thing
what a trick!
my tea
will have brewed by now
me and the dog
go back in
he’s a pain
but I can’t help but love him
lil’ Bernie boo
here at the centre
of the cosmos
𐑣𐑨𐑙𐑦𐑙 𐑴𐑝𐑼 𐑞 𐑯𐑱𐑚𐑼𐑟 𐑮𐑵𐑓
·𐑹𐑲𐑩𐑯
𐑢𐑦𐑯𐑑𐑼𐑟 𐑩𐑒𐑳𐑥𐑦𐑯 𐑞𐑧𐑯
𐑣𐑦𐑟 𐑜𐑤𐑦𐑑𐑼𐑦𐑙 𐑚𐑧𐑤𐑑 𐑝 𐑯𐑧𐑚𐑿𐑤𐑦
𐑕𐑪𐑤𐑦𐑛 𐑐𐑮𐑵𐑓
𐑝 𐑥𐑨𐑡𐑦𐑒
𐑨𐑟 𐑲 𐑜𐑷𐑐
𐑯 𐑑𐑮𐑲 𐑑 𐑮𐑦𐑥𐑧𐑥𐑚𐑼
𐑞 𐑴𐑤𐑛 𐑯𐑱𐑥𐑟
𐑲 𐑑𐑢𐑦𐑛𐑩𐑤 𐑥𐑲 𐑚𐑽𐑛
𐑳𐑞𐑼 𐑣𐑨𐑯𐑛 𐑪𐑯 𐑣𐑦𐑐
𐑯 𐑢𐑳𐑯𐑛𐑼
𐑦𐑓 𐑕𐑳𐑥 𐑓𐑸 𐑛𐑦𐑕𐑑𐑩𐑯𐑑 𐑨𐑯𐑕𐑧𐑕𐑑𐑼
𐑣𐑨𐑛 𐑧𐑝𐑼 𐑛𐑳𐑯
𐑞𐑦𐑕 𐑦𐑜𐑟𐑨𐑒𐑑 𐑕𐑱𐑥 𐑔𐑦𐑙
𐑡𐑳𐑕𐑑 𐑚𐑦𐑓𐑹 𐑩𐑯 ·𐑷𐑑𐑩𐑥 𐑛𐑷𐑯
𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑕𐑤𐑰𐑐𐑦𐑙
𐑣𐑦𐑟 𐑛𐑪𐑜
𐑣𐑨𐑝𐑦𐑙 𐑩 𐑐𐑰
𐑞𐑺!
·𐑥𐑧𐑙𐑒𐑨𐑤𐑦𐑯𐑨𐑯
·𐑨𐑤𐑛𐑧𐑚𐑼𐑩𐑯
·𐑚𐑧𐑤𐑨𐑑𐑮𐑦𐑒𐑕
𐑯 𐑡𐑳𐑕𐑑 𐑚𐑦𐑣𐑲𐑯𐑛 𐑞 𐑑𐑮𐑰
𐑢𐑬!
·𐑮𐑲𐑜𐑩𐑤!
𐑷𐑤 𐑩𐑜𐑤𐑦𐑑𐑼
𐑥𐑱𐑚𐑰 𐑑𐑵 𐑤𐑴
𐑑 𐑕𐑰 ·𐑕𐑦𐑮𐑾𐑕
𐑢𐑳𐑯 𐑝 𐑞 𐑣𐑳𐑯𐑑𐑼𐑟 𐑛𐑪𐑜𐑟
𐑴𐑯𐑤𐑦 𐑩 𐑚𐑩𐑟𐑦𐑤𐑾𐑯 𐑥𐑲𐑤𐑟
𐑞 𐑳𐑞𐑼 𐑕𐑲𐑛
𐑝 𐑞 𐑖𐑧𐑛
𐑞 𐑳𐑯𐑔𐑦𐑙𐑒𐑩𐑚𐑩𐑤 𐑮𐑰𐑗𐑩𐑟
𐑝 𐑰𐑪𐑯𐑟
𐑝 𐑤𐑲𐑑 𐑘𐑽𐑟
𐑞 𐑦𐑥𐑧𐑠𐑼𐑩𐑚𐑩𐑤 𐑣𐑧𐑝𐑩𐑯
𐑝 ·𐑤𐑱𐑯𐑦𐑨𐑒𐑾
𐑷𐑤 𐑞𐑨𐑑 𐑕𐑐𐑱𐑕
𐑷𐑤 𐑞𐑨𐑑 𐑑𐑲𐑥
𐑩𐑐𐑨𐑮𐑩𐑯𐑑𐑤𐑦
𐑞 𐑕𐑱𐑥 𐑔𐑦𐑙
𐑢𐑪𐑑 𐑩 𐑑𐑮𐑦𐑒!
𐑥𐑲 𐑑𐑰
𐑢𐑦𐑤 𐑣𐑨𐑝 𐑚𐑮𐑵𐑛 𐑚𐑲 𐑯𐑬
𐑥𐑰 𐑯 𐑞 𐑛𐑪𐑜
𐑜𐑴 𐑚𐑨𐑒 𐑦𐑯
𐑣𐑰𐑟 𐑩 𐑐𐑱𐑯
𐑚𐑳𐑑 𐑲 𐑒𐑭𐑯𐑑 𐑣𐑧𐑤𐑐 𐑚𐑳𐑑 𐑤𐑳𐑝 𐑣𐑦𐑥
𐑤𐑦𐑤 ·𐑚𐑻𐑯𐑦 𐑚𐑵
𐑣𐑽 𐑨𐑑 𐑞 𐑕𐑧𐑯𐑑𐑼
𐑝 𐑞 𐑒𐑪𐑟𐑥𐑪𐑕
