The Dragon

• Kaine Zadro, Grade 7, Penrith Anglican College
• Poetry
• 2000

3rd in the 'Watch Out! 2000' competition

The dragon sits in its cave quietly. Keeping to itself.
Great orange flames swirl out of the Dragon’s Nostrils,
rise upwards and lick the ceiling of the cave as he sighs.
His long slender neck, thick as a tree trunk bends and
curves as he carefully watches around his cave.
The tip of his tail weaves a hypnotic dance,
as he waves it carelessly in the air.
His eyes are glassy and they shine a great bright yellow.
His huge feet thump on the ground making small rocks
dance along the cracked cave floor.
His silvery scarlet skin, tough as steel shines from his fire breath.
The Dragon.