Everyone thinks of the knight,
of his courage and baring,
of bravery in flashing armor.
But while others find it too alien,
I sympathize with the dragon,
who lives with fire in his belly,
tearing teeth and twitching claws,
who still manages to mostly sit
If there is countryside left
for the knight to save,
then it's obvious the great lizard
showed impressive restraint.
And how that must have tried him!
I can imagine him trying to take slow deep breaths,
the smoke and sparks curling out his nostrils,
counting to ten hisses,
clenching the jaws that could snap trees in two.
Oh, I do admire the knights!
Anyone brave enough to approach a dragon
should be admired—
but I also admire the dragon,
because sometimes it's so hard
not to decimate things in our anger.