SONNET TO MY DRAGON

(by LD Holland)

How sweet the dragon 
Creeping on my floor! 
A tiny beast roaring, 
Green and glittering scales 
The fire-breather soaring 
On imaginary wings. 

A Celtic legend 
Sprung fingers and toes, 
Blue eyes laughing at me 
And he smiles because he knows 
He has victory 
When he reaches for a hug.