Fragile Dragon Wings


         /Morning dawns/
         And the great eyes turn skyward
         With a leap
         It is in the air
         Scaly back and wings glistening
         A brilliant sight for those earthbound
         Twisting and turning
         Pivoting on a wingtip
         The creature exhilarates
         In crisp winter air
         Wings suddenly folded
         It plummets
         To feed on the herdbeasts
         Stampeding below
         Its morning meal taken
         The great beast takes to the air
         Once again
         /On fragile dragon wings/












         (C) Bruce Caruthers 1987
         Ver. 1  Rev. 0                                   January 1987