Poemkemon #1 by kim calder

Its fire is put out when it sleeps.
The fire burns weakly when it feels sick.
Its fire never goes out.
Because it is very proud. It hates
accepting food from people. A poor walker,
it often falls down. It doesn't like
to be taken care of. It lives alone,
away from others. Apparently, every one of them
believes it is the most important. It lives a solitary life.
Its cries are very strident. Because they are weak
individually, they form groups.
However, they bicker if the group grows too big.
It has a savage nature. It never stops attacking
even if it is injured. It is known
as an industrious worker. It flees
while the foe is momentarily blinded.
Using its psychic power is such a strain
on its brain that it needs to sleep
for 18 hours a day. If one is nearby,
an eerie shadow appears on TV screens.
Seeing the shadow is said to bring bad luck.
In the distant past, it was somewhat stronger
than the horribly weak descendants that exist today.
Brutally vicious and enormously destructive.
Once it appears, its rage never settles
until it has razed the fields and mountains
around it. It attracts prey with a sweet aroma,
then downs it with thorny whips
hidden in its arms. Its sweet aroma attracts prey.
Then it spews poison. The more toxic it is,
the sweeter its aroma. As a result of its pursuit
of faster, yet more silent flight,
a new set of wings grew on its hind legs.
The transformation of its legs into wings
made it better at flying, but more clumsy at walking.