52 Poems: Week 19 – Agni

Four legs, two eyes, a sinuous tail,

A prickly beard, a belly pale.

Reddish orange, his color and hue,

Grows vibrant as his food he chews.

At first reluctant, he allows a touch,

The occasional rub but nothing much.

Until with patient working out,

I can approach and rub his snout.

He’s wild still, fearsomely strong,

But in the end, my little dragon.

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