Mystery

You the dragon that bears claws and

Fangs and buckled wings made of leather

That has never seen the light

You the tiger that leaps

From black-burned branches

Onto its unsuspecting prey

Always in the shadows more black

Than grey

You the falcon that circles high

And free above the mountainside

The sea the fields the land

Forever roaming limitless and

Always eager to escape

You so many things yet none

Turned fully into whole

You a pulsing living mystery

Forever alone

Never in need for company

Except your own.