Where are the dragons?
Are they under the wagons? Or up and down rivers gobbling up salmons? Are they hiding in fires, in pots, and in pails? Is there sunlight and moonlight shining off their bright scales? Are they up in the belfry? Are they ramping down dales? At the foot of the hearth in inclement weather? Under a rug? Down in a cellar? Pretending they’re smaller than pieces of thread, curled up into shoeboxes under the bed. Are they blending in green or blending in red? Are they riding their bicycles in the bicycle shed? Are they stuck in a sock behind the mantelpiece clock? Hey, dragons where are you, where do we look? (From the Cake For Breakfast anthology)
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