the dandelion lion on the cream-colored road
swished his tail in the churning fog
"I'm not afraid," he almost roared
(quite unsettling the little dog)
"of any beasties I can't see
whenever my friends are here with me."
the dandelion dandy lion
when lemon ice-box stars emerged
purred with joy on the
butter-rum road, picking out thistles
from his curlicued fur
and melted gruffly
(wouldn't you?)
as the sweet green castle
came in view-
mary angela douglas 9-11 february 2010
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