They’re vast
in their spangled skin,
gargantuan
,
stupendous.
Tremendous, really
how they fly,
become the sky
as they blot the sun.
We’ve got a huge
crush on the blue
one; if you’re patient
at sunrise, she sings.
The green giant’s got
a secret stash of tiny
treasured things.
The puce one’s on a
power trip, all talon’d
tricks and princess
-tower saves.
Saffron’s gone slightly
rebel-rogue and fallen
for a knave.
The scarlet one
(impossible, colossal)
is obviously in charge.
Mauve is massive,
big brown
(surprisingly)
passive
,
and the purple one’s still
at large.
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For NaPoWriMo, day 11.
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