Look up, you’ll see Welsh dragons play,
Breathing fire for St David’s day!
Smoke and mirrors,
Sweeping wings & dragon games!
They hide away in heavy cloud,
Trying not to be too loud.
Fiercely guarding all their treasure,
Striking claws in feral measure.
Seeking the shiny to furnish caves,
Hounding out the legendary braves.
Soon they’ll sleep, then quietly lie,
As all winged beasts fade into sky.
1st March 2019