My dragon sleeps with her head on my king bed

Her body rests on the floor while her rather

Long tail wanders out the window to the brook

 

She will not offer her name so I call her Dragon

Hoping she is not offended though she responds each time

Dragon is centuries old and not to pry I don’t ask

 

Dragon requires no food from me and I hold out hope

She refuses to murder the sweet creatures in the yard

She’s a healthy girl with clean habits and little care

 

A secret to all including my pup who shares our bed

I don’t risk being misunderstood and considered

An aging old gal in need of professional service

 

I always wanted a dragon not realizing that all

I had to do was ask and behold she was here

To lean on in sleep and dream past this life

 

I look forward to one windy ride before I die

With long white hair billowing behind me

My final blessing in this already grand life