You are a fierce proud dragon.

You stand with head erect.

Your nostrils flare at some new scent,

Your gaze is so direct.


Your wings spread out to beat the air,

Behind your massive back.

Each muscle in your body

Seems at ready to attack.


Your blue green scales have weathered storms

Others could not survive.

You have fought fierce battles

And somehow returned alive.


Your talons are like razors.

Your tail like a huge kite.

You make the soldiers flee in fear

When you fly into sight.


And yet I feel no panic.

You cannot make me scream.

For you are just and image

On my computer screen.

Donna Rideout

The End

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