The Unlucky Dragon

HUNGRY, sputtering over the tree tops, Not landing yet, for there might be food Over the next rise. There: a rabbit Wondering at your shadow, so smoky and vast. Grab it: just a slightly larger than usual reach Of your massive haunch. The rabbit is only a tidbit In your cavernous mouth. A single seed Would feel the same to a man. Man. What a monstrous little verminous creature. Him and his spears; him and his maidens. Man, who would not share his babies with the hungry lords of the… Read more The Unlucky Dragon →