Its eye locks on mine,
A tiny bead,
Resting between the smooth tiles of its skin.

Its head tilts towards me,
A flicker of tongue,
Swiftly tasting the baking air.

Its tail twitches to one side,
A wave down its length,
So precisely positioning the delicate limb.

Its body twists a little,
Toes spread apart,
As it clings to the sandy brick.

Its skin pulses,
Appearing like silk,
As each breath moves those scales beneath the sunlight.