The Lizard

Quietly he exits 

The lizard pokes out his head 

He steps out into untamed darkness 

The trees tower over him 

Like giants in the inky black 

They beg to be climbed 

Slowly he climbs over wood 

Spiraling higher and higher 

Exploring his newfound kingdom 

A screech from above 

He's under siege 

Bombarded by a crow 

He scampers down 

Back to his little hole 

Safe and sound.