Dragons
A Poem by Stella
Sometimes I see something
that makes me think:
“Was that a dragon
or a blue bellied skink?”
Some people say
they are not real.
But when I see something like that,
it’s not the way I feel.
Maybe when I grow up,
they will be known.
But right now, as I said,
many people think they’re dead!
Love it, love her!