Little Dragon

A dragon,
a little dragon
curled up, head over tail.
Sleeping.
Sleeping quite happily,
warm, happy,
curled around something.
A toy.
A little doll of him.
Or more like what he was.
What he was not so long ago.
But now he’s happy.
Never has he slept so peacefully,
so blissfully.
He never had the chance to do so before,
but now there was comfort.
In a place surrounded by those who love him.
Figures,
that little dragon could have never guessed how nice heaven really is.

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