Admiring cramped dots of white
to the greens and blues between
A more tasteful vessel I know not
yet they call you cuisine!

Your gift
my little scaly friend
I wish that you could loan!
to ****** the light upon your chest
and wear it as your own

Wont you spare a pleasant flicker
from those quiet eyes
to leap?
That I might catch
and lock away
for me as mine to keep?

I would stash it in a pocket
and gaze upon in brief
should the rare occasion warrant
Most delectable relief