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.