Half sobbing, half heartbroken it left.
Rings faded, color lost in a twinkle.
It dipped and bowed and pleaded its goodbye.
As it walked away it said I’ll be back someday.
It came back indeed.
All gray and shriveled down.
A few craters lay on it.
Its atmosphere was hard as ice.
It orbited differently.
For its gas had gone.
Katonah, New York
