(h) Connor m cockington school
Dragon guarding the mystical cave of treasure.
Wings spread out like a map.
Claws sharp like razor blades.
Tail pointed like a fire work.
Teeth sharp and fierce like a hammer head shark.
Eyes as black as the midnight sky.
Scales pointed like a wolfs ears.
Spreading fire throughout the cave.
I really enjoyed your poem, Connor. I particularly like your phrase ‘wings spread out like a map’ as it makes me imagine that the dragon’s wings are leathery and make the same sound as a map when they unfurl. Well done!