Dragon

He is a dream come true.

An ancient water god moving sinuously through the water hyacinths. Strong legs kicking out behind him, propelling all eight feet of him towards me without stirring the water at all.

Large eyes luminous. His mouth in a perpetual smile. He entrances me.

Emerging from the water he rests his chin on the edge of the pool, silent, staring, mesmerizing.

Perfectly coordinated strength, compact body glowing with the nimbus of an other worldly light.

He is a white scaled dragon rising from the depths of his meditation to gaze at me when I come to visit him in his watery prison, at the zoo.