Dragonland

Where I live dragons fly by
Clothed in their fine array.
They float up on the morning air
And roar their fierce flames at me.

There are also sounds of fearful wonder
From the victims in their maw.
I watch them sail into the blue
With idle swoop and bellies full.

I envy them, the dragons meal,
As they face their death to face.
And watch their lives shrink far away
While we can only gape in jealousy.