I
Some dreams are not
To be made real
That is why they are dreams
For some time I dreamt
I owned a dragon
A real dragon, not a picture
Found in a children book
Of course dreams are outsized
In my dream I could fly on my dragon
We would soar in the clear azure
Away to discover new worlds
And live adventurous lives
What else would you do with a dragon?
For let's be real here
Dragons and office drudge
Don't mix together!
II
Well dear, you'll be pleased to know
Dragons exists in all size
As long as my forearm
This one was sunning itself
In the first warm rays of spring
Out of its warren on the wooden fence
Spiky and ugly or should I say scary,
Imagine spotting it in the middle of the night,
I'm sure a scream would accompany the sight,
Of this ancient relic of a primeval world
Ignored by superficial evolution
A wise animal, for it didn't seem fazed
By our inane interest or our unwanted presence.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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