He darts and stares vistas too grand

And minute for my eyes.


Some fear his rearing head and

Dragon claws, the flicking tongue

Thirsting life and alien scamper

(Does he bite?)

Will he come for my sleeping toes?


While I smile his awkward

Tail, lashing unto releasing his hunt

For Malaria and spider bites

(How can he catch a disease?)

Will he sojourn here longer?


I open my doors and loose the windows

For four-legged guests in scaly skin.