This is a piece that accompanied two wire dragon sculptures that I gave to two of my best friends.
Flickers of red flashed between the dark trunks of the trees under the heavy canopy. There was bare enough light to catch the rest of the shape of the quickly moving form from the soft pre-morning glow at the edges of the sky. Everything slept at this hour, even the nocturnal predators. Everything except for the beast running, leaping, ducking, moving through his forest with barely a sound to belie his great mass. He knew his forest as well as he knew his own body. And his forest knew him and made way for him as he raced towards the cliffs.
