Soaring far above the trees Quicker than the eye can see On wings of crimson, gold or green A flight of creatures rarely seen
Bold before the morning sun Earth-bound fauna freely run Unaware of danger nigh Circling down from morning skies
All is clear from where they stand There is no movement on the land And so they stop, to catch their breath And one of them to meet his death
Suddenly a talon’s grasp Brings a young buck’s final gasp The others scatter and take to heel As a dragon has its morning meal
Lunch
The tell-tale flash of colors bright Tells a tale not often heard Rushing down from unseen heights Faster than a hunting bird
Frozen mornings warmed to noon Shadows hide from suns swift rise Mid-day should be coming soon Bringing light to tired eyes
Wandering past a quiet stream A mountain goat surveys the field And wonders what the colors mean Not knowing that his fate is sealed
One gem-toned speck has moved around Reflected in a pool of water And circled, oh so slowly down Preparing for a lunch-time slaughter
Talons sink into his back Teeth crunch through his spine A goat is quite a tasty snack For the dragon’s hungry kind
Dinner
Evening falls and shadows lengthen Darkness starts to spread its wing Windows light where smoke trails strengthen And frogs begin their nightly sing
Far from house and farm and field Across a river, running slow A meadow with a gate is sealed And fated cattle start to low
Soon a colored mote appears Descending surely as the sun A cow’s last cry that no one hears The dragon’s dinner has begun
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
I wrote this set of poems after writing a set of children's stories about friendly, or at least non-hostile dragons. I felt I needed to get in touch with a dragon's real nature.
Thank you very much for your kind words. Dragons are a constant in my life, most of them are quite nice, I thought it would be good to write about, shall we say, more realistic dragons for a change.
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