The winter dragon creeps along
by the softest snow.

Eyes are as gentle as sand 
spilling down a dessert hill.

Skin as sharp as a
new sharpened pencil.

The dragons teeth are like sharp icicles 
dangling from a huge ice block.

The jaws murder the pray
like a saw cutting wood.

The extra long tail swings back and forth 
like a new boomerang.

It will travel its way back to the depths
of the winter wonderland on a snowy night.