Almond

I share many thoughts with this special creature. Almond is my dragon. she is one of the most beautiful things in the world in my eyes. Almond resembles the earth.
Almond is sort of cross-bird. Instead of scales she has caramel feathers and a white, flame-like patch around her left eye. Her eyes are like deep pools of black melting in dark puddles of cascade blue. The tip of her tail is  painted with the colours of sunset.
Almond is in the form of a duck...and I have seen her. Her feathers are creamy brown and graceful. Her beak is brown-black and even though she denies the true beauty of a dragon, her heart and appearance seems to radiate magic. And my heart radiates certainty.
Almond loves to read books. She loves nature and can be wise, but friendly. She does many things with an un-human grace, though many other things as clumsy as a child. And whether I meet her in her true form someday or not, I know in my soul she is real and frozen in time, waiting for me. And that she is my dragon.