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keeping watch for dragons #3 – beechwood dragon

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This time of year, the only leaves still clinging in the forest are the dry, golden leaves of young beech trees.  Every drop of moisture has been withdrawn and the leaves rustle and whisper in the woodland.    Something about the way the wind moves through the leaves, and catches the sound of their tremble, makes you wonder… 




beechwood dragon


scales rattle

as he tiptoes through the thicket

peeks between the trees

wingwebs transparent

armoured in gold



© Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

March 24, 2012 at 7:28 am

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