In the foggy mist
Of the ancient dawn
The dragon’s breath
Was hard to see
As we poled our sampan
On the Yangtze
The albatross calling out
A warning screech
Drew our attention
There we saw Yinglong
Towering over the valley
Wings ready to take flight
We watched in awe
As he stood in the muted sunlight
Afraid he would see us
As a breakfast morsel
He either didn’t see us
Or chose to let us pass
Either way
We will remember
This haunting scene forever
And each time of remembrance
We will feel especially blessed
E.A. Fussell
11.22.2020
E. A. Fussell 