Its Mr Dragon

The scary dragon circles,

silently above the village.

His x-ray eyes,

small but piercing blue.

The ouchy horn,

standing, protecting the

clever smelling nostrils,

that guide the way to treasure.

His yellow teeth that stick into

food like sharp knives.

Large scaly wings that stretch like

sails carrying the dragon’s body.

Leaving an emptiness

of where the treasure last stood.