NEBULAE

This is The Dena again, filling in for Marianne while she is out in the world, having adventures with her orange fingernails. There's a block party going on outside my door, with much hooting, hollering, and hilarity. I can't hear myself think, but perhaps the problem is just that I haven't had enough jello shots. At any rate, I thought I would make the best of these unfortunate circumstances by using tonight as an opportunity to share a poem my daughter wrote for a school research project, prodded by her father.

Nebulae

By Stella Tarlin, 12

A shimmering cloud of reflective dust

The place where stars are born

Can also represent a stellar death

Beautiful and foreign

Full of hydrogen and helium gas

But otherwise unknown

Their original cause remains unseen

And through them the stellar wind blows

Some are thin and mostly dust

Others are filled with gas

A beautiful lightshow in outer space

Shining and vast