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.