Daffodil
February 6, 2025
BY Nick Richardson
You’re a….
Dragon that
Actually doesn’t breathe fire, but
Flies like a rocket and
Feeds on snacks you steal from the kitchen.
Of course, you only come out at night and Delights in hiding socks.
I’m sure you’ll grow on me,
Like the mystery of where my missing socks went.
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