The Dragon's Doings
Its scales gleaming and glittering,
under the bright morning sun,
ran and leaped and
spread its great leathery wings,
and roared in shear joy,
into the immense,
crystal clear,
blue sky.
Then,
beating its huge wings,
it climbed higher, and higher,
into that blue sky,
to look for something to scorch.
It soared high over,
rolling hills,
rushing rivers and streams,
vast emerald green forests,
and thundring waterfalls,
until it spotted a tiny town,
nestled in a peaceful little valley.
There,
it tucked its wings to its flanks,
and dove,
plummeting toward the town,
cool mountain air rushing by,
whistling and howling in its ears.
Suddenly it pulled out of its plunge,
to hover over the town,
and it sucked in a deep long breath,
and spewed out red-orange flames that,
burn,
scorch,
roast,
destroy.
Satisfied with its destruction,
it flew back home peacefully,
to its seaside cliff,
in a canyon,
where it frolics and plays,
dodging towering rocky spires.
This is a dragon
and this is what they do.
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