I have my own dragon, a bit small and light, He looks up to others, but holds his own might. With soft, simple fur, he’s gentle and kind, is friendly to all, with a curious mind. There's nothing thats bold, his fur neatly lays, he's timid and calm, with a warm, furry face. His wings are both furred, three splines in a span, green eyes full of wonder, and a look of 'I can!' His teeth may be sharp, though seldom are shown, a quiet reminder he's strong on his own. He's never too fierce, yet gleaming with might, a guardian in shadow, and glowing with light. A creature of dreams, A dragon thats free, He stands as a symbol — that symbol is me.
