Hen's Wings Poem by Harley White

A pair of blue wings is hovering
against the inky black covering
within ‘Little Fox' constellation
of Vulpecula designation,

portrayed with stipple sidereal
in Hubble image ethereal,
‘Hen two dash four three seven' labeled.
A hen with fox is Aesop fabled,

except it was really a crow
in that apologue still apropos
where pride overcame the bird's good sense,
so fox got the food through the pretense

of disparaging its corvine caw;
thus the crow dropped the cheese from its jaw.
There are many stories much the same.
In Middle Ages the bird became

chanticleer; Chaucer's ‘Canterbury
Tales' has one that warns to be wary
of flattery false and specious praise,
since fox on inflated ego plays

with rooster to hear his special cry,
hence to distract and snatch him thereby.
Yet fox falls prey to his own conceit,
and chanticleer flees to tree retreat.

But coming back to high-flying hen
which Hubble's scope brought within our ken,
this nebula with glowing surround
was by stargazer Minkowski found

then by Henize later catalogued
as nebula with the name befogged
in misleading term planetary,
for that title is quite contrary

to remnant of an imploded star,
which is indeed what those objects are.
As shown by the wings, it's bipolar,
cast off from a star like ours solar

which nearing end of its astral span
swelled to red giant's flash in the pan
then sent forth its layers into space,
as a white dwarf for core took its place…

And yet my inspiration's essence
came from the alae's luminescence
seen in this vast stelliferous sight
against the canvas of cosmic night.

Still, one might fancy those whizzing wings
borne by empyreal bird that sings
melodies wafted amidst the spheres
only a starry-eyed poet hears.