Fragile Beast
By Ellie P
Published 4 May 2023
Hiding within the wattles,
There he sits, barely dusk.
His blended scales look like rust.
Although he's small, he's a beast for prey.
His legs spread wide when he crawls,
As he trundles into the fray.
Hiding midst the wattle,
He’s searching for food.
The small gecko waddles.
The assorted moths and bugs,
Now he waits…
And waits…
And waits…
Sitting there waiting…
In his small hiding place.