My word, where has my dragon gone?

I haven't seen her for so long.

She fits in hand, is red in scale

With deep brown eyes & long thin tail.

Her claws are blunt, her fangs still new

She breathes black smoke, fire sometimes too.

Her wings still small, she can't yet fly.

But keen like me, she still did try.

Next to my desk, in she would crawl

A small basket of wool and straw.

The torch put out, she slips in bed,

And rest her snout next to my head.

Come morning time, she was not there.

Table empty, the basket bare.

I thought, "Did I do something wrong?"

Oh dear, where has my dragon gone?"