When icy nights spawn chilly morns
and frost festoons the ground,
I let my inner dragon out
to have a stomp around.

The crunch of grass beneath my feet
draws roars of wild delight.
But rather than a fiery blast,
my breath just comes out white.

Numb puffs of steam swirl to the sky
with every shout and snort.
This winter air does not play fair-
it snuffs a dragon’s sport.