Where's my blue dragon, my savior in scales
I have to move on and tell of his story
He saved all our lives, he would never fail
I'll tell you what happened, so heroic and gorey:

Summer nights are humid and warm
Three girls sleeping lightly atop quilting
Nasty swamp bugs around us swarmed
No small breeze; it felt like wilting

The air was so still and calm
Nothing moved but tiny swamp bugs
I woke slowly with a twinge in my palm
And footsteps across the rug--

But it was silent again As I glanced around,
Just the crickets' orchestra outside
Going back to sleep, I forgot the sound...
But a beast lurks by my side

[to be continued]