All of a Sudden, I Miss Breeding Dragons
  Todor Oluic

In fantasized countries
the animals with the book-smart faces
tell me to dream in non-fiction.
They are efficient and academic,
and call the Magic Hour
by a colder name.

I tell them that if I can perfect the
tempo of my growth spurts
I'll be able to tell what
to stretch where
and how far.

"No, child," they say,
"just ruffle your coat of data
and the poachers can't touch you."

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