Dimpled brown skin
and jet black eyes –
the way you stare,
you seem so wise.
Creamy, soft belly
melts in my hand,
I can hardly
resist you –
tiny fingers
and long, grippy toes.
What are you thinking?
Your throat gives a chirp.
I could hold you
forever,
marvel at your colors,
your intricate design.
You leap from my grasp.
I can still feel your cool.
Hidden in the grass,
tiny little jewel.