His jaws gritting together as if he is eating his prey,

The tail flapping around like a swing in the playground,

The dragons roar, like a plane shooting through the sky,                                                                                           His scaly skin, as rough as the ground,

When he freezes to catch his prey, he is very still,  as still as stone, knowing that his prey is near,

His beady, sneaky eyes, staring right at you,

You can hear his loud, mighty wings stretching out like the horizon as he zooms through the air,