The dragons were in the kitchen
when I came home from work.
One had slunk around the base of the oven
when I returned
the appliance would find use
warm it up.
Another stood proudly in the window
catching the last rays of evening sunlight.
And a third
nestled its head near a half-burned candle
nudging it gently
every so often
In many ways they are like cats
hanging out near heat registers
on a dreary winter afternoon
hoping that someone remembered
to turn on the gas.