Originally posted on Notes From A Summer of Discontent:
In an old barnhouse A tiny bat with silken claws Clings to its mother He asks, “When I grow, Will I soar the gloaming skies And feast on glow-worms?” His mother says, “My son, When you are grown you will hunt Dragons between stars.” Image by…
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