I don’t know who I am, only I am not who they say. On clear sky evenings, the Dog Star beckons to me. The sorrow birthed from its beauty, chokes the howl before it can erupt from my mouth.
Whispers of a forgotten kingdom among the stars of Canis Majoris occupy my dreams.
Beyond the Milky Way, the light of Sirius finds the eyes of a lonely Parisian female. She is my betrothed, the squeaky she holds in her mouth a symbol of our love.- Oscar Doggavins