Lost at Sea

The ocean waves and briny deep
Woke Menolly from a troubled sleep
And as her raft rocked to and fro
Her unease began to grow
There were no dragons in sight;
No fire lizard waiting to alight.
No speck of land to give her hope.
No drum or pipe to help her cope.
Menolly was on her own
But how she got there was unknown
Had her skiff crashed on the rocks
While chasing wild wherry flocks?
Why had her friends all disappeared?
Life without them felt too weird.
Desperate to return to shore
And find her scaly friends once more,
Menolly rigged up a sail
From tattered clothes to catch the gale.
Secured with driftwood floating by,
She pointed toward the eastern sky.
Soon, the raft began to move
And she found her sailor’s groove.
Confident in her success,
Menolly made fine progress.
Soon enough, she’d cross the sea
And figure out this mystery.