where are the dragons?

​Where are the dragons?
Are they under the wagons?
Or up and down rivers
gobbling up salmons?
 
Are they hiding in fires,
in pots, and in pails?
Is there sunlight and moonlight
shining off their bright scales?
 
Are they up in the belfry?
Are they ramping down dales?
 
At the foot of the hearth
in inclement weather?
Under a rug?
Down in a cellar?
 
Pretending they’re smaller
than pieces of thread,
curled up into shoeboxes  
under the bed.
 
Are they blending in green
or blending in red?
Are they riding their bicycles
in the bicycle shed?
 
Are they stuck in a sock
behind the mantelpiece clock?
 
Hey, dragons where are you,
where do we look?
(From the Cake For Breakfast anthology)