"The sunniest ram,"

Andromeda writes, "is kind

even to the wolf."

She thought it through while gazing

at dimmed stars in the spring sky.

"Did I make it up?"

Andromeda asked herself,

"Can my friends hear me?"

Tracing the patterns she knew,

a line of stars formed the ram.

"No, I know you're there,"

she said, "the stars cannot lie!"

She watched till morning.

The king knew his daughter well,

and rebuked his nosy peers.

♈️

To be continued!

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