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.

See my other metaphor poems:

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Lisa J. Parker's writing and creative works including poems, books, short stories, essays, movies, greeting graphics, and photographs.

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