blue mustangs

between two blue mustangs
cool lightning clangs
night air feels chilly
to either colt or filly

the bite of dragon’s fangs
injects incessant pangs
casting tedium thrilly
turning somber silly

within each dreamcloud hangs
cousins of feisty orangs
lost in the landscape hilly
amidst the pines a-quilly

as the toll of midnight bangs
ignites again these inner pangs
poisoned by gold dragon’s fangs
in awe between blue mustangs

About Brad Werner

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