My Dragon

Its pitch-black eye like a cave of curiosity trying to emerge out.

Its sea green skin rough like the surface of Mercury.

Its hundreds of pure teeth pointed like a blunt pair of scissors.

Its cherry red tongue shaped like a Mermaids tail.

Its scales in a long rigid line scraping together as he moves.

Its pea green wings extend fully like legs after a long car journey.

My dragon is friendly but fierce like a cold fire.