pumpkin

the dragon dwells inside me
yet its form is seldom seen
sometimes it urges to be free
hang on a precipice and preen

sometimes it longs to be flying
through valleys and canyons careen
yet shyness leads it to hiding
in a dark and shadowed ravine

but then dear dragon eats a tree
when trees are growing wings of green
then smiles with green lips coyly
to trees from the garden weaned

so i laugh and offer it a pumpkin
no grander smile have you ever seen
one gulp all told début à la fin
then dragon turns to dreams serene

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