Eleventh of September

The stars are gone.

It’s weirdly warm and muggy out today, and the stars are gone.

I could use one part of my brain and know that a good rainstorm is coming, but that’s not what I did this morning,

I looked up and felt that the stars were gone, the stars who know me and walk with me and make Time spin, the stars were gone.

Instead, in the sky were layers and layers of deep grey and light grey and they formed a sinuous, hornèd-headed shape.

The dragon who ate the stars.