For Karen Freeman
With padded foot and baited breath
into the dragon’s lair
he spied the gleaming golden trinkets
which were hidden there.
He found a bracelet -
solid gold
then gleefully did go,
too big it was for on his wrist
so forced to the elbow.
The bracelet lose upon his wrist
is tight upon his arm,
a raindrop pool reflects his face
he hollers with alarm.
There before his greedy eyes
green scales and dragon’s snout,
sharp fangs and claws and leather wings.
He prances all about.
Rain and tears on the mountain top,
fire breather sleeps alone,
constricted vessels causing pain
he begins an eerie moan.
His conscience came at dead of night
and woke him in the end.
‘Eustace, useless, greedy, reckless
Who wants a dragon for a friend?’
It often makes me wonder now
when spoilt kids get toys,
how many boys turn dragon?
and dragon little boys?
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