Flickering along just out of sight,
A dragon flew by me last night;
His wings overhead
May have filled me with dread,
But at least he neglected to bite.
The dragon's incessant and arrogant shriek
Left me feeling confused and frightened and weak.
As his drone disappeared,
It was just as I'd feared:
To the airfield he turned as his landing gear squeaked.
Flaps down, he cried to the tower, at last,
And I ducked as his tail fin's shadow flew past;
This mythical creature, I see now, it's plain,
No dragon at all, is a small private plane!
I stand, shaking slightly, still staring, aghast.