Nine Dragons Poet Rhyme

The Little Dragon Beside the Brook

With a rooster's crow, arose my head
Eyes still closed, tumbled out of bed
Quickly Tended to natures way-
And said, "What a beautiful day!"

I stretched my wings with an arc
Listening to the meadow lark
And thought, a stroll would do me good
To the lovely brook beside the wood

With polished mail and an ample heart
Seeing Summer had done her part
It was nigh time for rediscovering
The beauty beheld in everything

The sun was rising and peaking through
From tree to tree, from its’ sea of blue
As its golden rays softly played
Chasing the faeries from shade to shade

The perfect spot beside the brook
Was graced with a comfy flower nook
Some quiet sniffs soon turned to snuffling,
Causing commotion and leaves ruffling

I soon simmered down, drunk on sweetness
The balmy flowers, natures neatness
Its chaos, a ruse to entreat the eye
Midst its song danced a butterfly

The darling butterfly fluttered near
Startled, that there was a dragon here
In the dewey early morning hours
Smelling the blooms of fragrant flowers

We listened low to the babbling brook
Where stumbled five ducklings-
     As their wings shook
Still wet from their morning dip
After giving their Mum the slip

Seeing the butterfly and me
Hitting it off so famously
And seeing the coast was clear
They joyfully waddled near

Soon, there was a fox and hen
I don't know where to even begin
But it turns out the fox was a magician
The hen, his lovely assistant
(Though formally a lettered physician)

Both on needed holiday
They wandered headlong into the fray
And thought, "Why not, if it's no dismay
Let's together spend this joyous day"
(The fox was an escape artist, by the way)

They dazzled us all with slight of hand
Proclaimed the trickiest in all the land
The fox pulled a bunny from his tophat
After a sprinkle of glittering sand

A robin lent us his cheerful song
We sang and played the whole day long
Till Mama duck, in her blue ribboned bow
Placed her naughty ducklings all in a row

The ducks all waddled to their wading pond
The fox yipped, and he and hen were gone
Leaving glittering puffs of smoke
A rather baffling master-stroke

So seem’d ‘twas only just morning,
Yet dimmed the eve
The butterfly explained regrettably-
That they had to leave
With a gaping yawn that blew the leaves
I headed home-
To my grotto'd cottage-
'Neath the brambled eaves

Outside my window, beside my bed
Where I lay my sleepy head
A kindly little frog said...
Burreeep... burreep...
'Till I, (Yawn..), fell fast aslee...

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