If you ever met a dragon
and asked him in for tea,
he'd rave about the apple scones
with great civility.
He'd be the perfect guest
for anyone to host,
unless the dragon hiccuped
and
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Wind chimes ring behind our house
in random harmony,
riffing with each passing bird
and thrumming bumblebee.
A glass dragon also sways there,
seeming mute while wind chimes sing,
but sunshine sparks cantos of light
from each iridescent wing.