Do the stars think, at night when they're all alone? They have a lot of time, in the darkness. With no-one around to share in their ponderings. Within the fiery lonesome depths of the night, Like an ocean, a never-ending black ink spreading from a giant silver ball in the abyss. The stars, when they glow they waver in their luminance. Are they waving? Trying to say hello? Perhaps, although in all of their majestic beauty it is hard to comprehend a possible sentience somewhere up there where the ones gone from the earth as we know it supposedly lie still, but shivering and yet somehow still alive, and aware. Maybe, and maybe not. It seems like a question for another day, because somehow the silver lining of the onyx waters are dimming still fogging, the mist eclipses and also All this mish-mash of words is hurting Kerfufflekit's brain, they think. It's probably time for bed, because all this muddling nonsense is starting to become seriously worrying for a kit their age. The stars are beautiful, though. And they always will be. In their milky majesty. Fluffing tiddlywinks, here we go again, with the nonsense.
