The dragon paused like he was a statue in a central park

staring into the pitch  black night sky.

His tail moved at a unhurried paste

swinging around in front of its petrified prey.

Its grimy scales rubbed together

while his leathery  wings bobbed up to down.

His claws looked like boulders

that  was  about to be crushed by it’s own weight.

The dragon revealed his razor sharp teeth

 as he roared like a vexed viking .

The dragon crouched down, ready to take flight.

He leapt into the the stary sky

Leaving a trail of dust behind .