Have You Ever Tasted Human
Loud insistent dragons are pounding at my brick walls.
Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. No walls now.
These giant creatures have escaped, uninhibited, free.
In a happy, wicked slow walk, they approach the town.
Heading toward a communal meadow of unsuspecting villagers.
Children running out to greet them, recognizing them immediately.
They carry slop buckets of left overs, to entice the dragons to stay.
“What dragons?” the adults lament. Not being able to see them now.
It is the annual spring and release day. Always on March fifth.
In honor of the Grand Plume Matriarch Grandma Dragon
Who one hundred years ago had the foresight to see what was what.
She realized that dragon slayers would continue if dragons kept consuming humans.
In the middle of the night, she approached one of the few adults
Left in the world, who still believed in dragons – My great grandma, Marguerite.
Marguerite was surrounded by faeries, dancing and singing at the time.
She stopped in mid-dance when she saw Matriarch Grandma Dragon staring.
“I was terrified,” Great Grandma Marguerite told me thirty years later.
“I had heard of dragons, but I had not seen them since I was a child. It was scary.”
These two wise women of different species, religions, and belief systems,
Discussed the possible merging of dragons and humans in a peace covenant.
“Not a big deal,” my best dragon friend Michelle said to me,
“Letting go of human tasting. Have you ever tasted human?”
I truthfully admitted that I had not, so she shared this tidbit…
“Flavor of squirrel, squid, and skunk,” she said. “Not tasty.”
We linked arms and went to school, where we had a great time.
Yes, humans are allowed to attend school now.
It is not only dragons who can get an education.
Progress by two wise and wonderful women – dragon and human.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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