Tiny dragons
Morning
sits up and begins
with the
hum of a small dragon
gliding
along the skirting board,
bumping his
nose here and there.
Light refracted
seeks observance,
the opening
of drapes,
the
extinguishing of lamps,
but
sometimes we just want to read,
sip a cup
of tea twice slow,
eat our
breakfast out of tune
and ponder
hibernation,
as bears do
this time of year
and tiny,
fiery dragons possibly did
all those
centuries ago.
Copyright Vickie
Johnstone, December 18, 2020
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