Dragon's Day
On leathery wings she floats on high,
With talons she grabs her prey,
Effortlessly floating, she guards the sky,
Her scales all gold and grey.
From her jaws a steam of flame,
Erupts against the ground,
A buffalo limping, seeming lame,
Her wings make not a sound.
She floats back up, she plummets down,
Wings a-flapping so fast,
Her face a grin, turned from a frown,
The buffalo's doom was cast.
She flys in low, her claws extend,
The buffalo within her grasp,
The claws dig in, the back it rends,
In death it's easier to grasp.
The hunt complete, she flies back home,
To feed the ones she loves so dear,
And to sleep, for tomorrow, again to roam,
For her children she has to rear.