Reactions

2 chicks tread a bare line in darkness,

Puffs of dust waiting in the nebula

For the spark of another

The one who spins from the heat

A purple, glittering gas

with X ray feathers that beat

Fumbling over the first, beak

Locked like a missile for the second

Target, a growing, reactive star.

 

Mum always did prefer the second.

 

Done