It came as a surprise at first.
A rustling in the corner.
Sounds of paper being pushed around.
Then a head appeared, and we thought what a cute little lizard.
But it was more than cute.
It had a curiosity and a very definite personality.
It cocked its head, stared at us,
It was puzzled I am sure by our staring back.
Then it coughed and a small puff of smoke
Came from its tiny mouth.
As if embarrassed, it shied away
Reversed back into the corner.
Did we see the impossible we asked?
The next morning it was there again
Only now it was slightly larger.
What does it eat?
Where can it stay?
It became part of our lives.
It came out at night and sat with us as we watched TV.
When we laughed, it shook, its breath was gaseous,
Foul-smelling but it was part of our family
We accepted it, warts and all.
Leo, we called him,
Our own fire breathing dragon
Affectionate and very loving,
Though you had to be careful if a plane flew overhead
As the noise freaked him out
Your hair could receive a scorching you weren’t anticipating.
Thankfully Leo didn’t grow to a monstrous size,
We were happy to have him as our pint-sized monster.