Dragon in the City

She looks to nest

in the trees above the park

and waits till sunrise gilds

her scaly breast
then spreads her wings

to catch the dewy air –

her gulping flight to

breakfast on the green.

But there is flummox in the folk

that stare below

they bring stones and sticks

and washing props and rakes

and fling them high to

break her from the sky

reckless of her safety

and their own.

But sweeping all their

brutish jibes aside

she saddles once again

the florid air

and rides the gathering thermals to the sky

until these ants below have slaked their fear.

And she, now

grey with age,

flees once more

to the lonely

place where she can live in peace

the mists of myth.

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