three Smooth Stones
she gathered three smooth stones
from the riverbed
tied her hair back
then took aim
hurling through the air the stones
felled the beast at once
his thud shook four continents
the crows came
“murder, murder” they cawed
the vultures came
and scared away the crows
feasting for centuries on the flesh
she made shoes from his loincloth
and walked the thousand miles over kilimanjaro
to her homeland
the dragon below breathing water to the surface
with each footstep
reaching the city before dawn
she found her voice and sang…
Dec 2010
Copyright 2010 by Robin Byrd
