I know a place where Dragons fly. <br />Not scaly monsters in the sky <br />but delicate and very small <br />and they come to me when I call. <br /> <br />Their skin is silky soft and warm <br />and when they trust you they will swarm <br /> around your head in antic flight. <br />Their rainbow colours glowing bright. <br /> <br />They dine on gnats and mosquitoes <br /> and other insects I suppose. <br />For even tiny dragons eat. <br />Though for their food they must compete <br /> <br />with swallows, swifts and of course <br /> all other flying predators. <br />To see them as they feed in flight <br /> can fill my heart with pure delight. <br /> <br />But best of all I love to see <br /> my little dragons flying free <br />in brilliant aerial display. <br /> With which they mark the end of day. <br /> <br />The last rays of the setting sun <br /> high light their colours one by one <br />All colours of the spectrum show <br /> from scarlet red to indigo. <br /> <br />A living coruscating rainbow, <br /> in which the colours ebb and flow. <br />This few are privileged to see. <br /> a dance of living jewellery. <br /> <br />Where have you been what have you seen? <br />My parents ask its pure routine. <br />I dare not answer truthfully <br /> I choose my words most carefully. <br /> <br />I have been watching dragonflies <br /> which they accept without surprise <br />I skirt the truth but do not lie <br />I have been watching Dragons fly. <br /> <br />7-Jan-07<br /><br />ivor .e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dragonettes/
