San Diego, CA, USA
A sound came from my right
As I was walking down Fifth and Third
Then came into sight
As dark as the night
A burned dragon was what I heard.
The poor guy had the second degree
I felt really sorry for him;
Not my expertise
But from what I could see
His chances of living were slim...
The burns on his scales looked pretty bad
So I called a medic that never arrived
The expression he had
Was that he was sad
And it would be something if he survived.
Then I did something I couldn't explain
So much that I startled myself--
On him my hands lain
Somehow relieved pain
And restored him to near-full health...
His scales were shiny and healthy again
And gone were the burns I observed--
His wounds did mend
My help I did lend
And that the poor guy did deserve.
But what just happened to him and I
To this day I don't understand
I look to the sky
And I ask why
An answer I did demand;
But got none.
My theory goes, if you truly care
Then there's nothing you can't do--
Like what happened there,
It gave me a scare
And at the time I wish I knew.
But I know now.
Try it sometime, you might be surprised
The miracles right before your eyes.
To everyone: Thanks to Denise (dsnyder), I can finally explain how I write poems so fast--if you care enough, you can do anything!
And to Scorched Dragon: I hope you recognize that you gave me this idea as well! I like Exile's "Questions on Dragons", too.