Outside my window the spirits of Africa play.
The night lit tree sways longingly in the friendly breeze.
Ruffled lions cascade smiling through the summer leaves,
while the mother dragon sits peering, curiously benevolent.
Her golden green scales reflecting the now familiar yellow orange streetlight.
Through wood framed glass and painted bars,
Her dark eyes, huge, wise and kind,
glisten with the sparks of infinite ages yet to be.