The Calling
Smoke covered houses spin below me
As I spiral down from the sky
My head wreathed in frozen splendor
Landing in the snow, I shiver
Trying to puzzle where I am
And sniffing the air for answers
Talons clattering on the rock
I hop over the wire strand gate
Creeping close to the lighted window
Muffled laughter seeps from inside
Holding me close in its clasp
Bringing my snout firmly to the glass
I smile at the forms huddled together
Shining heads bent over an old book
As they gaze in wonder at the dragon there
Singing the window open slightly
I shrink in size and flit inside
Sitting on the nearest shoulder
In warmth together we read the sparkling words
Poems of Epic Nature and Honored Deeds
As the dragon in the book smiles back at us in Majesty
A good reason to be called on this frosty night...
© 2001 Quelonzia Stormdancer
