segunda-feira, 23 de março de 2026

Primal Tropidurus

 The lizard scoots like a rider
Sprints sideways across a wall
To catch the beetles and spiders
It nods and shakes it's head

It's all the fire and fury of a dragon
Sunlight speeding it up in the hush
heating the limbs pushing it forward
flashing legs send it boosting into the shade

It ducks down and staunches up on it's haunches
It's flicks the fork tongue to check the air
Then one eighties on the wall
The reptillian leer appears

The majestic colored marks on it's body
Adjusts to the color of a nearby trunk
In some minutes it will be camouflage
A mouth planning to devour

Blending slowly into surroundings
a silent game
Power in stillness
A violent calculation

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