706. Chumana's Brood Poem by Jaden Knight

In the cave on Mount Gadarine
just below the winter snow line
Chumana watched carefully over her 6 eggs
occasionally gently breathing fire on them to keep them warm
until at last they finally hatched and the six tiny dragons were born
looking like exact miniature copies of their mother
without the twisted bone horns on their heads

The tiny orange whelps lay helpless in the roost
devouring all that their mother gave to them
fully dependant on her for food and warmth
as they are unable to fly or breathe fire

When they are only a few weeks old
Chumana will begin their education
passing on all that she learnt from her parents
the hatchlings are eager for knowledge
even if they will never use it or pass it on

For now they will learn all they can from their mother
growing in both size and wisdom
until it is time to leave the cave forever
to seek out new territories for their own