Far into the darkest forest glen,
the kind you’d never wander in.
Therein dwells a creature small.
So wee you’d never notice at all.
It possesses gilded dragon wings,
spade tail, fangs and other things.
Each talon tipped by razor claws.
Left alone it won’t give you pause.
In hollow earth it makes its den.
If you trespass, it will ‘do you in’.
Late at night it glides the skies;
spewing the ‘flames’ of fireflies.
…is still a dragon’