Starry, Starry Night

So dark up here on the Cape that the constellations are crystal-clear. The Big Dipper, at the ready to serve some New England clam chowder to the gods and goddesses. Sis arrived today and when I took her sweet dog, Buttercup, out, I looked up, craned my neck, saw the beauty. Good night. P.S. I need to work on my short temper. It's not constant, but it's biting. I want to change that. My Sis and Punch.