Castor fed the cubs

with fresh space garden produce

while the lions slept.

They climbed over his shoulders

as Chiron redressed his wound.

"It's not healing right,"

Chiron said, wincing in pain.

Castor asked, "Why not?"

Chiron answered, "We can't die.

Wounds don't kill, but poison stings."

From the outer deck,

Aquarius watched the sky

over Mainalos

while repairing the Maiden.

He said, "I hope they're okay."

♌

To be continued!

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