A beast of scale and ire,
All the other creatures fear,
Breath of frost and of fire,
Which has not harmed a single deer.

The eyes pierce like a bright moon,
Shining through the dark of night,
It will wander the forest soon,
Wrecking all manners of fear and fright.

This creature does not cause pain,
Though all will run and hide,
It does not attack for self gain,
It only watches the moon's tide.

Bright like the sun it's scales shine,
Peering through the many leaves,
As it rests upon boughs of pine,
And shifts it's body through the eaves.