Lizard

A tree becomes a castle

To roam and hide

Roaming the world in a foreign land

What if it was made of slides nad tunnels

Walls were places to stand.

It’s like I want to write something profound but this just doesn’t seem quite right yet.

This morning I was glad I didn’t move swiftly

I was able to see the lizard

I come close but you run away.

To be so small,

To roam and glide,

To find all these places,

You make home and hide.

A game of catch and chase,

Looking for bugs.

I found you on my doorstep,

I admired you from above.

Your colors on my plant,

Are superb to say the least.

You could stay for a while,

You may find a feast.

But if I move in to close,

I know you will run.

So I’ll say hi from afar,

And let you bask in the sun.

Toodles.