by Leigh Fisher
A female leafy seadragon lays approximately two hundred and fifty eggs,
but out of all these tiny lives,
only five percent actually survive and see the ocean;
out of all of those eggs,
only twelve or thirteen hatch and begin to grow.
It is named after a mighty beast of mythical nature that can breathe fire,
but these fair creatures reside in the water
and hide from their enemies among the seagrass,
rather than swoop down from the skies seeking out prey.
They need not fear the sword of a prince rushing to save the princess,
but instead hide amongst the seagrass
to avoid the eye of predators.
Instead of hunting, seeking out combat, and even turning the tide of war,
these tiny dragons bear appendages
shaped like fleshy leaves.
Rather than scales and sharp claws that could tear through
even the mightiest knight’s armor,
the seadragon is made to seek sanctuary
and shy away from danger.
The appearance may be reminiscent of the beasts of tales and lore, but truly,
the parallel follows about as straight as a river curving around a mountain.
But if a dragon of legend were to lay eggs, surely then,
more than just five percent would get to see the light of day.
Leigh Fisher is from New Jersey and works as a help desk technician by day, but she is a writer around the clock. She is tackling graduate school applications, eager to study literature. She has been published or is forthcoming in Five 2 One Magazine, The Missing Slate, Referential Magazine, Seascape Literary Journal, and Stockpot.