A streak of bright green fire
Pauses on the white siding,
Bathing in sunlight,
Resting from the hunt
For something good to eat.

Still as stone then fast as light
He darts into the leaves, jumps
Onto the tree trunk, poses
For a moment with rosy
Neck pouch distended, claiming
This tree, this garden, all he can see
For his very own.
Green anole lizard.