by Samantha C.
My flying dragon,
goes so high,
into the beautiful,
light blue sky.
He flies over mountains,
which sparkle of gray,
he flies over grasslands,
and over a bay.
With big blue wings,
and scales so bright,
he will fly quietly,
into the night,
He stalks his prey,
without making a sound,
and then so suddenly,
he does bound.
When the morning comes,
and the night has left,
my dragon will start,
on a brand new quest.