I wrote this poem a few years back for a book report on Dragonsong. If I could find the report itself, I would put it up. Wish me luck on that!
Fire Lizards
Bronzes, blues, browns and greens,
Follow golden-colored queens.
Humming what a Harper sings,
Rustling their silky wings.
Rarely outside do they go,
Their scaly faces not to show.
Most young children dream to see
A small flock flying, wild and free.
They lay their eggs along the beach,
Above where vicious waves will breach.
People come from far and wide,
To try and find where clutches hide.
The thing didn't want to let me put space in between stanzas. Oh well! Tell me what you think! By the way, I don't own any rights to any of Anne McCaffrey's amazing stuff!