I stood looking at this magnificant creature, living its life in the shadow of deserted places. I could only admire his majestic appearance in the fullness of the sun.
His eyes were golden brown with a look of wisdon beaming through. His scales were, as I had earlier thought green but not one colour, they were the subtle blend of many shades of green, thehues of the trees and the green of the grass, I could only assumee it was that that had enabled him to blrnd into the background of thr wood so well.
His head held gently on his thick neck was a masterpiece in the flesh, Da Vinci would have given it credit.
Running from above his nostrills to his forehead were several rows of scales larger than the rest of his head, they had the colour of the sky on a warm summers day, a bright clear blue edged with the blue of of a summers night, deep and strong but with equal clarity, each scale matched the next perfectly.
Above his eyes forming his eyebrows were three or four rows of summer blue scales unlike the ones running from his nostrils they were edge with the golden blue of a winters sky before the snow comes.
Around his jaws the scales were again in green but tipped with autumn gold, his arms and claws were also greeen with just a touch of winters silver frost.
I could not see his back but I imagined the scales tipped with the paler blue of a spring day.
" Funny how you see me as the seasons," He thought to me " I could turn round and show you."
A taster of a book I am writing