My Stars
I just stared at the ceiling for this poem. Without those glowing stars.

To look for my stars
A small bear spills milk
Thus the birth of Milky Way
My dear Cassiopeia who
Is the land in the sky
My dangling toy Bootes
Is my kite and plaything
Draco roams the heaven
Hercules rules the land
Orion hunts at forests
Small Dipper, my own glass of milk.
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