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Dragon Eyes

Posted in Compositions, Short Stories, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on August 8, 2023| 6 Comments »

They call me, “Draco,” for I am Dragon.

I see you down there admiring the view.

I felt how your heart leapt for joy when you first set eyes on this mountain meadow.  When you smiled, the world glowed brighter – it was blinding.  Your essence intrigued me.  It made me want to see the world through your eyes.  Dragon eyes don’t see like those of a human unless we are connected.  I have the ability to connect to you.  That is part of my magic. What is it you see?

I must see it with my own eyes and feel it as your heart does.

You can’t see me, at least not yet but you’ve turned toward me and have spotted wild raspberries.  They are short bushes, low to the ground.  The little bushes are loaded with berries despite their size. I watch as you savor the sour sweetness of a raspberry without putting one in your mouth.  I thought only dragon’s could sense taste food without actually eating it.  The flavor of these mountain raspberries made my mouth water. How did you resist? You didn’t even pick one.  You left them for the creatures of the mountain.  It’s been a hot dry summer, the mountain wildlife appreciates that you left their food alone.  Your thoughtful decision made my heart swell. 

I watch you as your eyes scan the mountainside. 

Now, you see me.

There are actually several of us here.  We have camouflaged ourselves upon the mountain side.  The others are sleeping as I keep watch. 

I see we have you intrigued.  You think we are rock pillars.  This made me smile.  It made you smile as well.  Once again, your light blinded me.

You are leaving now.

 How is it you have not left one footprint behind? 

Then I remember as you moved, you floated just above the land. You touched without touching and tasted without tasting.  There is a grace about you. 

The old ones tell tales of your like – legends if you will.  There hasn’t been one like you for centuries.  They say the urge to connect with a magical being is magnetic and immediate.  It happens without thought.  They say when it happens a Dragon will follow, it cannot resist.  I will follow.

You will not see me – at least not yet. When I soar above you it will be as if a cloud has cast a slight shadow over the land. I want to share my magic with you – even though you have magic of your own. My dragon eyes have seen the world anew through you. Now, I wish you could see the world through mine.

ANDronesRUS

We will connect for good eventually.  The bond will be set when we lock our eyes and our hearts become one. Keep your eyes to the sky.  I soar above.

They call me, “Draco,” for I am Dragon.

 

Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse

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Dawg

Posted in Short Stories, tagged , , , , , , , , , on December 20, 2022| 8 Comments »

Many people like to romanticize the good old days – truth is times were hard back then.  When my Mother was a little girl, her family lived on the CC Ranch southwest of Nanton, Alberta.  The Ranch, situated on Willow Creek was silhouetted by the wild and beautiful Rocky Mountains. The land was filled with bush and farther in towards the mountain was thick timber.  Visitors to the ranch were a rarity. Her writing tells of a time not so long ago when many people still relied on horsepower, grit and man’s best friend to survive.  With that being said, I hope you enjoy the following story based in the wild and untamed Alberta Foothills that she loved:

Dawg

By: J.V. Andrus  

Slowly across the top of a hazy hill came a weary rider pushing along a small, shaggy herd of long horns.  A white dog followed on the heels of the rider. Occasionally from behind, the white dog eased up alongside the long horns to press curious calves back into the herd then he’d fall back into line with the dozing rider.  The little group descended the hill down into a small valley lush with a carpet of thick green grass. 

This was as good a place as any to spend a hot afternoon, the rider thought as he eased himself out of the saddle.  He loosened the cinch, dropped the bridle reins and leaned back against the trunk of a huge tree whose branches draped low over the mouth of a stream that bubbled around a rock bank nearby. 

Through half closed eyes he surveyed his herd. 

After drinking from the stream the long horns began to graze from the thick green grass of the flat valley and began picking their way along the low lying hills.

A few feet away, the white dog lay panting; his long tongue lulled out from the side of his mouth and from the end of it dripped saliva.  His huge soft brown eyes held the man’s gaze; ever so gently, his tail swayed back and forth.

Without uttering a word, the puncher butted a cigarette which had been hanging from the corner of his lips and eased down into the warm sunshine.  With the heat of the sun now on him, he slept. (more…)

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