The confident dragon

The dragon’s eye

is as black as a 

dark  and gloomy 

cave in the forest.

It has spines like 

shark’s teeth  ready 

to split my finger in 

half.

Its mouth is scary

and smiley, waiting 

unpatiently for a horrible 

photo to be taken.

It’s stripes are like

runny ink running 

from his eye like

black paint.

It has claws that are 

longer than a ruler

that  looks like he 

has been to a terrible

nail salon.