Written for the September Paper Doll Gang poetry competition. A 16 line poem.
| A Beast Of Flame
Dragon, beast with breath of flame,
one renowned as hard to tame.
A pointed tail and sharpened claw,
teeth to grip and then to gnaw.
Venture forth, if you are brave,
and make your way inside my cave.
Be warned though, should you even try,
you'll catch the notice of my eye.
Talk gently to me, just be kind,
don't threaten and I think you'll find
a hand reached out to stroke my back
will not provoke my own attack.
Instead, a rumble of a purr,
despite my sorry lack of fur;
a touch, a croon, or just a pat
will make of me a pussy cat.