young dragon
was living in a deep forest
he pottered around there
and life was so good
but a problem
then reared up
poor dragon
he hadn’t expected that
such a great tragedy
it was cold and wet
freezing, but what
could he do?
young dragon
fled and flew into a cave
it was dry and warm too
and he mostly dozed
but then he sniffed
is it spring?
dear dragon
then flew down, back to that forest
he skipped and jumped too
his dragon wings
were beautiful
life was good!
~~~
luna's on line 
Nice.
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A beautifully structured poem, Chris, with a lovely, story-like quality. Ah, to live in the time of dragons!
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What a lovely story/ poem.
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love this whimsical take on this!
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make it up
slop and unicorn
ian sang
uniform
oh shite daddy the battries not included
slain
and laid rest
by one of the best deposed
saints
saint george!
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