It was the only one, just there
In the clear blue sky, lying low
Close to the tree tops. Sheep like,
Its black face hidden under curly horns.
Stretching, changing, growing bigger,
Dragon like, spitting fire
Causing it to split in two, becoming its
Original self, facing the dragon.
Only this time it is more like a lamb
Clearer, brighter, peaceful
Just being there. The dragon disappears.
The lamb remains for a while and it too
Melts into little pieces and is gone.
Leaving a whisper of white
In the horizon.
© Marian Neary Burke.