Golden dragon
Always stands out
But more so on a rainy day
He breathes black smoke
And wheezes
Flashes red eyes
The other creatures take notice
And stop in their tracks
They wait for the yellow giant
He watches them closely
His eyes dim
He snorts
Then the golden beast moves on
He is a cautious creature
Pausing at crossroads
Traveling slowly and purposefully
Along a regular route
Guarding the precious jewels
He collects and deposits
Each day
At a red brick building
With a bell
Another metaphor poem. I don't think I left too much mystery to this one with the last two lines, but just in case, I'm describing a school bus.
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