By Christina
The dragon dives
The foamy waves
Crash over the dancing figure.
He spins and flies
Through the long day,
Hoping a feast for his dinner.
His eye catches
A glimmering scale
A fish of beautiful gold.
Down he splashes
He could not fail
When the fish was in his hold.
He counts his fish
Thirty, Forty more
As the sun sinks down from the sky,
He makes a wish
And with a great soar,
All the way home he does fly.
Five dragon girls
And three dragon boys
fly to their father's feast.
With eight small whirls
They grab new toys
The bones from the fish, at least.
Then they eat the great meal from their father,
And as he leaves from the den,
Eight pairs of eyes grow larger,
As he takes to the sky again.
My sister said that I could become a poet. I hope you enjoyed the poem.
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