There is nothing new
about waking up on broken earth,
the waning moon, though hidden, still eclipsing any light that could outstrip it.
There is nothing new
about tears and scrapes surpassed
in number only by questions I can never answer.
There is nothing new, except
the smell of fur not yet re-shaped because no curse commands it,
and the rise and fall of canine breath contrary to my own
Nothing new, except
this waning moon no longer darkens hope nor shines more bright than all the rest.
No longer shines at all.
Nothing new, except
these questions I may never answer now are known by you at least,
and I have never known how safe it feels to trust in what I can't remember.
Nothing new, except
Entrusting you, who calls this Major constellation home and shines more bright
than any trite resemblance two for two.
Nothing new.
A/N: For those who don't know, Sirius is the brightest star in the sky, and is part of the constellation Canis Major
Prompt: Write a poem from the prompt "Astronomy". Submitted for Daily Prophet round 2 competition - Season Four of The Quidditch League. Wimbourne Wasps - Seeker.