A Western skink,
slunk along a rock

with its tail like ink.
I have never instinctively

liked a reptile so much.
Surreally blue its tail

can be dropped for
a neat escape.

Of course, it fades
with age into little more

than a snake with tiny
legs, but right now it

is at odds with a drab
landscape,a perfect work

of art darting under
the crawl space,

a sensory affront yet
altogether logical.