The next three poems are part of a series of work about dragons. All three poems dovetail into one another.
Spirit of a Kitten----
She’s just a tiny little thing
small baby size meow
bitsy white and tan paws
fat baby belly, milk teeth, baby claws
In your lap she lies curled
like a tiny calico coin
She sleeps, cuddling the ginger glow
As you sit beside a winter night fire
But far across a vast Asian steppe
her spirit flies on fleet white wings
There, she dines with the great blue dragon
and stalks the golden eagle’s lair
And far across a gray forest night
Lesser gods-- gods of mice and men
shiver at the breeze of her passing
and the spirits of small creatures
of rabbits and ground squirrels
call her mighty and scurry to hide
hugging their trembling lives
deep in the hickory glen
High, high above rocky mountain spires
her emerald eyes mirror the silver moon
and pierce all dark shadows
where she rules life and death
between the setting sun and the next azure dawn
of tomorrow’s cloudless winter day
Dewey Dirks copyright 2009
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