Left by the Hun caravans-guards or Mongol Invaders,
In the fourteenth century,
It was a row of half a dozen bent and scattered,
Heaps of Great Worm bones on a slope.
And a single wing flapped and stretched in the wind,
It gave hope that the beast would fly,
until evening fell and the moon rose over the hills.
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Copyright 2023 Jeffrey Merk
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