My Dragon and I

A short poem that randomly popped into my head as I was thinking about how much I would like a pet dragon.

I fly on a dragon high in the sky.

Watching the small world underneath glide-by.

I feel the ice cold wind fierce on my skin.

Filled with happiness I must grin.

Glancing down I see that we fly so high,

from me escapes an ecstatic cry.

I wish that we could fly forever,

my dragon and I.  

Author's Note

This randomly popped into my head as I was thinking about how it would feel to be able to fly on a dragon.