Dragons

Emerald eyes delve into the darkness as it is time to hunt.

The dragon’s skin is as rough as a cat’s tongue sheltering it from the bitter cold.

Jaws clamped shut on its quivering prey for their evening meal.

Teeth as sharp as carving knives ripping into food like a savage.

Her scales are stars shimmering in the night sky as passers-by watch in awe.

Wings as big as a London bus flapping overhead sending shooting stars flying.

Talons curved like a crescent moon hanging in the midnight sky.

Their rigid spine frozen in place by its looming shadow.