In my bag there will be a supersized pet lizard.

A book that took track of all the creatures,

I would take a dragons tooth and tun it into a knife,

There would also be a headlamp to guide me through the dark nights,

binoculars to see through walls,

a dragons katakana to fight creatures,

and finally, I would take a whip as strong as stone.

The cave dragon glares,

focusing on its prey.

Its fiery eyes stare down

whatever passes him.

A slimy tail chokes

its enemies so he can devour

them.

Its hard scales feels like

hard boulders falling down

a mountain.

Its crooked jaws are magic because

they keep so much razor teeth from

killing.

The big black tongue slips out it’s huge

mouth.

The claws dig into poor animals oblivious

to their horrible fate.