Tree and Dragon

She is a thunderstorm dragon
rolling in from a distance.

I am an oak tree.
He came to me to rest
in my shade
my unknowing of his escaped peril,
confusion.

The thunderdragon
the glittering reptile
Mysterious
eclectic
a mash of girl
and beast

She slunk
he followed.
He trailblazed
she skittered after.
Never walking together,
but never seen without the other.

Two years later,
she has awoken.
My silent threat.

I had a place to belong
in the masses
60,000 strong.
I am behind the scenes,
And now
so is she.

She eyes me as I move.
Ever watching.
Judging.
Calculating.
I find respite,
she breaks the calm.

Like a snake
sizing an opponent,
a cat
determining its foe.
Am I too stong to break?
Will I burn with her fire?

I dream
to make the first jab
send splinters
javelins
hurt
between the multicolored scales.
To repay for the hurt done to him.
He still carries to this day.

I can't
I am rooted.

So we watch each other
Wary,
Cautious,
No trust forming.

Tree and dragon