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The Weaving of Love and Loss

 The Sage Dragon

By Mary Jane Hurley Brant

An old mum silver as the moon,
took her nap at noon,
loved the month of June
dew on the bloom.

As nature gently called her,
on mornings brisk and clear,
this old mum rode her tricycle
under floppy hat and cheer.

One day an old man driver,
very drunk as he could be,
hit this sweet handicapped mum,
then sped away fast to flee.

But let me quickly mention,
her kids’ faces turning pale,
because this old man driver
lacked conscience, courage and avoided jail.

So this quiet town went heavy
with such bad and tragic news;
even prompting a local author to shout,
“I’ll write a fairy tale as muse!

Yes, I’ll script a mighty tale today,
about a dragon’s powerful touch,
and with it a memorable message,
showing principle, justice, valor and such!

So to the page went the story
to support sweet handicapped mum,
and tap tap did she - single key after key - because author got it
driver shouldn’t walk free.

"Once upon a sage dragon time,"
the words poured forth as plea,
"Please, please sage dragon come to answer
a daughter worried on bended knee."

It took that night a beseeching
for prayerful words to reach sage dragon’s ear,
  powerful magic grabbed all’s attention,
replacing chilly space of anxiety and fear.

“Quietly, from ancient stars ago,
dragon’s head popped up that night;
knowing to set this sweet mum free
would be a mighty sage dragon’s delight.

“So to the sky this sage dragon leapt
to search and find dear sweet mum;
a flapping electric moment it was
a thrilling, chilling, magnificent sight.

"From the moonlit sky dragon's eye looked down

to find this sweet injured mum,
so swoop down did she over land and sea
because there was work to be done.

“Once finding mum alone sage dragon proceeds
to warm her chilly nose, slender fingers and toes;
for a kindred spirit a tenderness
to defrost a delicate rose.

“When satisfied sage dragon leaps
back into the morning's bright blue sky;
every pious vision she carried
to the court’s trial now to fly.

“Sage dragon eyes the courthouse low,
from the cloudless sky so clear.
  Even from the ground her approach was heard
flapping wildly, powerfully every nerve to disturb.

“Cobalt wings hundreds of feet across ’twas said,
smashed through closed windows of 100% lead;
  every crypt flying open shaking the living
 and the dead.

“But dragon’s fire only burned a warning that day to be sure
to stop being unfair or by that cloven devil  beware
'I’ll be back and I'll get you
on my honor I swear.’"