In the undergrowth, by dappled light
my reptilian guard lies waiting.
A stem hugging, leaf clinging sentry
anticipating a morning snack of passing insect.
With the rising sun warming his blood
encouraging circulation, inspiring elongation
my camouflaged guardian slowly stretches
one graceful limb by one graceful limb
into a lumbering swagger
out onto the corner of the house wall.
And there he stays
standing guard by my kitchen door
waiting my lunchtime return.
In cobra pose
this sun worshiper stares skyward.
His bearded flaps unfurled
catch rays bounced back off the concrete
pumping his heart, pushing his blood
ensuring the day’s work and the night’s survival.
Erect and proud
his head high atop his long back
the commander of all his dominion
surveys his world
his eyes watching me as I walk along the passageway.
My own private figurehead
in defiant ascendancy
this astral reincarnation of a dragon by my door.
Statuesque, dignified, poised
armed and ready to pounce.
© Sheila Ash, 23rd February 2015