The dragon and the owl.

by The Midnight Owl

Fall colors melding on the mountainside,
As the sun streaks her face she smiles; happy.
A picture could only capture a small portion of her beauty and the memories we had created that day.
She sat atop that rock with her smile, as if she owned the world.
We owned the world. Nothing could stop us.
As people would drive far below, looking above, I’m sure they though it odd an owl would befriend a dragon.
But friends we were.
More than friends.
We shared a bond that would pass into the ethereal beyond.

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