A cinnamon bun was spied in the sky
or so the comparison might apply
to galaxy in Andromeda found
which caught Hubble's roving telescope eye
and may bring to mind the bun sweetly wound
of sugar and spice in buttery mound
for holiday breakfast or brunch prepared
with dough that is rolled into spiral round.
Could there be aromas astrally aired
from cosmic kitchen by fancy ensnared
that pungently waft through the atmosphere
as some delectable writings declared?
Albeit the metaphor might appear
to certain stargazers slightly unclear,
for others this spiral galaxy faint
more rounded than how most ‘spirals' cohere
imagination with lack of constraint
could cause to resemble a portrait quaint
of popular homemade cinnamon treat,
when frosted with ample poetic paint.
The system unstructured at central seat,
atypical for galaxy discrete,
known as UGC one two five eight eight,
is part of the huge Local Group elite
which houses the great Milky Way estate
where humans create their temporal fate
and lies thirty-one million light-years far
from solar planet of plenty innate.
Though having no mid sidereal bar
nor classic spiraling arms that are par
for these mega groupings, still one can view
through image of Hubble many a star
in borders of bevy of baby blue.
The stellary orbs showing bluer hue
at edges of circular object white
betoken a sprinkling of star births new.
Yet while we enjoy this celestial sight
of ‘cinnamon bun' at galactic height
to whet our stelliferous appetite
it's calling us home to earthly delight.
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