A misunderstanding I've had
Was that a dragon was bad.
With his sharp claws, his look of death!
Not to mention his fiery breath,
How could he not be?
I was wrong, you see.
One day, I was skipping happily in the meadow,
When I came across a rather upset old fellow.
"Good day," said he,
Bowing down to me,
And I was too shocked to speak.
Yes, with his breath and his sharp talons,
I had met a real live dragon.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, bowing too,
As he seemed conspicuously blue.
Then, without warning, he burst into tears
And was unmistakably trembling with fear!
"Oh, spare me!" he cried, covering his face.
"I just want to leave this miserable place!"
He told me how princes had killed his brothers,
And how they were after him too. His mother
Saved him by taking a princess hostage,
And that made her seem savage.
After my encounter with him,
I realized what matters is within.
Yes, I learned something you can't learn from books,
And it's that you can't judge anything by its looks.
Not Judging Things By The Way They Look
The Dragon
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2020 with permission of the Author.
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