Yinglong on the Yangtze

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


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