Dragon Poem
By Becca
I sit there on the window sill
looking at the night
to watch a floating dragon
take his wondrous flight
with wings and feet as green as growing grass
I watch as he soars
and with a golden point on his tail
I just cannot ignore
I watch the dragon in the sky
to catch his every move
from twirl to twirl and loop to loop
he still manages to land it smooth
But there he goes
out of my sight
but I know and I feel
he will come back
another night.