(for Carl Sagan)
There’s a dragon in my garage.
You can’t see him, he is invisible.
He breathes fire that has no heat;
He makes no foot prints because he hovers.
He’s much too careful to knock things over
And make a mess. But he’s there:
Can you deny me? He watches over me
Like some crimson winged angel
And keeps me safe so long as I
Too am in the garage, no matter
The weather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful. (I am a Carl Sagan Fan too.) Thanks for sharing, Roy.