You know well the verdant bed of aster
stretched limb along the rolling slope
tucked between the redwood trunks
Piercing eyes peak back with bared fangs
melting, molding into tilted neck, curious.
In your mind, anyway, but in reality,
the fuzzy forest creatures bend their
backs subdued.
The earth has her muzzle on, for now.
But dragons;
Dragons are real and they like to whisper
in our ears.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
You know well the verdant bed of aster
stretched limb along the rolling slope
tucked between the redwood trunks
Piercing eyes peak back with bared fangs
melting, molding into tilted neck, curious.
In your mind, anyway, but in reality,
the fuzzy forest creatures bend their
backs subdued.
The earth has her muzzle on, for now.
But dragons;
Dragons are real and they like to whisper
in our ears.
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