The silent scales

The dragon stood there and breathed fire.

The luminous teeth shining like the moon in the midnight sky.

Its shaggy jaws shaking from side to side.

The dragon’s tale whipped around and shoo k the ground like a digger stamping the cars in the rubbish pile.

His pointy tipped jagged spine revolving as he hunts his prey.

Its extraordinary lumpy skin is tough enough to defend a thousand bullets.