(Okay, last one.)
I’ve found a small dragon in the woodshed
Think it must have come from deep inside a forest
because it’s damp and green and leaves
are still reflecting in its eyes.
I fed it on many things, tried grass,
the roots of stars, hazel-nut and dandelion,
but it stared up at me as if to say, I need
food you can’t provide.
It made a nest among the coal,
not unlike a bird’s but larger,
it is out of place here
and is quite silent.
If you believed in it I would come
hurrying to your house to let you share my wonder,
but I want instead to see
if you yourself will pass this way.
– Brian Patten, ‘A small dragon’ from Love Poems (1990).
I first read this in a primary school poetry anthology and the image stuck with me for some reason, but reading it now, it’s bizarre to think someone somewhere thought it would make sense to children.