On some far, distant planet
Horses are mythological
Stories told to saplings and dragonettes of
Long-maned, round-eyed monsters whose
Sharp, round feet slash the soft ground,
Big teeth tearing innocent weeds.
“Daddy”, says young Joka,
“Look under my bed for me!
I am afraid
Daddy folds his wings and
Stretches long claws out across the warm
Cave floor, peering into the night
With flaming eyes.
“You are safe, darling. There are no