A number of you will be familiar with this challenge, but no giving it away.
What Katy did
I want to see what Katy
did when she, like a turtle,
dove into her shell.
Game scuttles under;
lies in safety.
Catch the sun's fire,
fly into a storm's craw,
fish with hooks so golden,
rods that snap.
Dragonflies are such unlikely fliers, double wings
span my palm in iridescent flash,
point to danger.
Us. We are the dragons,
slayers, and we hide,
bound by what we're seeing.
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