A Friendly Foe

My friendly foe is a considerate creature , no apathy just empathy, he’s a dragon.

His scales are a regal purple and his eyes a divine blue and in his hand he carries a paintbrush or two. 

He has huge silky wings that lift him into the sky, he paints the fluffy clouds a daydream shade, and he flies across grassy plains. 

He spins higher and higher and gets paint on his light purple spine. 

His belly a baby pink and his teeth a wispy white he smiles as if in delight.

His wings skim above the emerald lagoon and he flies to the great mountains, over the hills and far away never to be seen again.

By Isabelle