Wiry, dragon …
A magpie - cawed…
Hopping along the roadside verge
Betwixt, flight and fear
But knowing neither one!
And then the thought arose.
“Should I take it as a pet? ”
This wiry, dragon …
With flames of white-
Appearing; out of black-chainmail.
But, such virulent blades of flashing-steel
Could plough a road through a field
Of tranquillity, so, I shooed it …off…
Back like some mighty, gorgon …
Back into its shrubbery,
Without the safety of a lance!
I hoped it would take its leave,
And join - Joan of arc …
Amid another century back in France.
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