Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

Night Disturbance

I switched off your reading light
and said, “Put down your book, my love.
The old moon's thin as a paring cut
from a geisha's lacquered nail.
Exotic creatures cavort in the grove,
and I think I heard a griffin growl.”
You had a page or two to read,
but went out with me, hand in hand.
The stars had melted in a pool
of ashen gray.  “Some magic,” I said,
has changed the world.”  “It's fog the wind
has blown in from the sea, no more.”
“It's dragon smoke, or the breath of a fiend.”
I held you close and stroked your hair.

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