Luck

Rosebud he whispered

The heir to a dynasty

A kingdom of vast untapped wealth

The beast landed as if appearing from thin air

Neck hissing with pointed beak

An airplane had touched down and the citizens gasped

This new form of transportation staring at them

Piercing the soul

Calls were made but only a whistle commanded this beast

Crouched like a tiger impossible to reach

Hovering like a dragon fly dancing upon the wind

A string

Building it’s nest like the angry yet complacent wasp

Only wanting to be left alone to it’s hive

An alarm sounds

A motor behind honks not comprehending the 3 seconds of cushion time

Upon four wheels surfing asphalt

A serpent slithers by reminding man about his promise

Step too close and the heel could be struck

A snake sheds it’s skin and makes it’s own luck.

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