Dragons in the Winter

In the land of Foy the Winter is tough.

There is no snow, just icy crystallized sand that feels rough.

But the wild dragons that fly and that roam,

Find these harsh conditions a pleasant home.

Though these animals with reptilian skin,

Are cold blooded deep within,

There is a furnace that burns deep in their bellies and chests,

So the cold currents of Winter feel comfortable while they are abreast .

They find their prey sleeping in burrows and caves,

Whom they must lure out before making their graves.

A dragon lures its prey by warming their prey’s home,

Tricking the prey to believe it is Spring and stir to wake from hibernation.

And as the prey makes an appearance hoping for flowers and rain,

A dragon completes his hunt without any pain.

 

The dragons are wildly sought out as pets,

To warm the hearth and kettle, keeping the water warm and wet.

Together the owner and dragon will hunt food.

Together they share the spoils, as both feel they should.

The owner keeps a room for his dragon with a floor in soft gold,

And a dragon’s room is always beautiful to behold.

 

But Winter fearies are the foe of the dragon breeds,

For the Winter fearie children act out with nefarious deeds.

The untamed wicked ice children love to pull and pick at dragon scales,

They love to paint with ice on dragon tails.

They love to tickle dragon noses to make them sneeze,

So the children can dart and dodge the fiery release.

And thus, the dragons are ready for Spring,

With small glittery fearies that all twinkle and sing.