A Figment of My Imagination

A Figment of my imagination

Through my mind's eye

I can see,

the beauty of a creature divine

Whose lush white fur flows in the summer breeze

and is brimmed with gold as the sunlight caresses it's figure.

 

standing tall and proud upon a natural stone pedestal

atop a hill coated in lush green grass

aside him,

stands his mate,

bold and black and trimmed in grey,

and below,

their children,

all howling in joy

as to celebrate the coming of another day.

Reviews

[Miranda]

I thought that the poem was beautiful. But how does the title tie into it?

[King Wolfe (Dylan A. King)]

Thanks, The title is quite literally as it seems, it is a figment of my imagination

[Miranda]

Hmm...... I stil don't understand.

[King Wolfe (Dylan A. King)]

I was day dreaming the day i wrote this, and this is a text form of what i was visualizing.

[Miranda]

Ooohhhh. Now I get it. :) Thanks for clarifying.

[King Wolfe (Dylan A. King)]

no problem