Scaled Pride

he ancient dragon scaly red cat’s eye

She slumbers in the lion’s den

Where her steaming breath warms the cubs through the winter

One day millenia long passed ago

There will be only her bones for the cats to rub against in their sleep

Her hoard untouched, passionately guarded tooth and fang by her children

The cubs born strong, spiked lizard tails

Bold domination of the savannah

In valley unseen by but shadow of the bluffs

Immortal, golden, god like, unstoppable

Never hungry

Never afraid

Never thirsty

Unspoken of

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