A Child’s Dragon
Children, Children, can you see,
Three fuzzy dragons in that tree.
Two are brown, but one is blue,
I think they’ve come to play with you.
They jump around from limb to limb,
And to the pond to take a swim.
Don’t worry for they will not bite,
They only peck for bugs delight.
Their feathers shine just like scales,
With longer feathers on their tales.
They have wings and small clawed feet,
They do not roar but sometimes tweet.
Now dragons in a tree seems strange,
So, I think, my mind I’ll change.
There are no dragons in that tree,
There are only birds that I can see.
But many years before your birth,
They were dragons of the earth.
Large and small with skin and scale
And like a snake was their long tail.
So do not fear, but understand,
That they no longer walk the land.
Small they are, just things to see,
Birds, just singing in a tree.
Just think of how, way in the past,
Their song a deep and throaty blast.
How could their roar become so weak?
A million years, did make them meek.
Now sit so still, hold out your hand.
And with luck they’ll come and land.
In your palm they’ll sing for you.
Songs from birds both brown and blue.