I take in abandoned dragons,
of silkworm size or immense.
Orphaned dreams.
Pried from children,
by the adults they thought they were.
But some days—
a once-child enters my menagerie,
seeking the lost.
I walk them home.
Now an again-child,
and their dragon.
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