This is painting #1 based on this poem:

Muscles rippled under the blue-green scales as the dragon stretched, then relaxed.

Fascinated, I watched the creature freeze to perfect immobility. I stared until the

man noticed me. With a glare, he rolled down his sleeve.

"Nice tattoo," I said, embarrassed.

"What tattoo?" he asked, turning away.

Under his sleeve, I saw something move.