My inner dragon

Where I live now is near the very edge of Bristol.
A few hundred yards away, I imagine there is a dragon
Lying elegantly coiled in the castle overlooking the Avon gorge.
She comes into her own at night when she slithers out quietly
Onto the grand expanse of the Downs,
Now rid of the barbecues and summer lovers,
To look up at the moon suspended over Clifton Bridge,
She roars in hearty welcome.
Her tongue wagging happily, she laughs at the small velvety clouds
Playing hide and seek in the creamy darkness.
Below, the flaming torches light up the Portway
Where the odd truck passes by the hill-face desultorily-
Drivers struggling to keep awake,
Their massive vehicles wobble before jerkily steering straight
In the quarry beyond, a relentless drumbeat can be heard.
A rave going on or kids playing music
As they climb up to a precarious ridge to paint graffiti in impossible places.
She laughs in sheer joy at being here when everyone else is fast asleep.