Nessie Dreads Going Back
His slender serpentine neck, silently sliced through the surface tension,
sending ripples stirring in the calm waters of Loch Ness,
He was jittery; leery of being seen.
But, a pudgy-faced moon spun its light into a ribbon
of golden filigree that shimmered,
and danced across the waves.
Its beauty was such that he just had to see it for himself.
The air tickled his nose,
sending small puffs of mist into the air with each snort,
and it made him look like a dragon, belching smoke.
He knew he couldn't stay more than a few moments,
before he had to submerge to breathe through his gills; or choke.
But it is all worth it,
to see the stars sparkling like jewels in a sky of ebony.
His limpid eyes drank in the beauty of the night,
in his world of inky blacks and murky grays
his species evolved exceptional eyesight.
His head breaching the surface of the water, entered an alien world,
where magic exists.
He hears a commotion along the shore; people point in his direction,
and he knows he needs to disappear.
But, it's so beautiful above the water,
that Nessie dreads going back to the depths from whence he came.
(Free Verse)
03/30/2017
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