It was a fine sunny day. Quite a hectic day as well. Sometimes, when we're too calm to differ, we just stare at stuff and we find very fascinating scenery walking around. I discovered something of this sort when I came up with this piece of literature. Sitting on the window seat of a bus, a 100 kilometers to travel.
THE VANILLA DRAGON
Facing to the sky were two sleepy eyes,
Riding in a bus, fascinating inside.
Staring through the window,
to a snowy creature, up the valley
a little ahead and there it was,
the never ending rally.
White, High, Uptop and Dense,
lets just say, certainly immense.
That tail went down,
to the blue shining hay,
burning with black,
was its tip turned grey.
Strong and Stout just like a Steed,
those eyes turned wide, staring with greed.
On its feet held flat,
& the knees bent down,
it was seemingly above,
from the utopian ground.
Out of the league, were his hands too short,
pointing a Fish or something of that sort.
He had no fingers,
but a snowy little claw.
His head up high,
with a mesmerizing jaw.
Fire or snow or maybe water it threw,
but it had no eyes to see that view,
Staring it from behind,
was a bleat little tom (Cat),
standing on the aisle. he was,
getting ready for a prom.
And then the winds picked their pace,
the scenery we had started loosing its grace.
Everything scattered in a thick lake of white,
lost in vanilla was our charming Dragonite.
