The Juicy Lizard

She swooped in gracefully

as I sat still on my porch swing.

Oblivious to my observing eyes,

she strutted with long graceful neck

and long legs

to the large bush 

just in front of the Florida room.

I've never been outside 

when she's made her appearances.

We have always wondered

why she would come

and stare intently at our bushes

and sometimes her neck

would go back and forth

almost like that of a cobra 

coming up out of a basket

seemingly memorized 

by the music played from a flute.

And quick as quick

and in one lunge,

she reached into that bush

with her beak

and pulled out a juicy lizard.

And when I say juicy,

I mean that she took it

and shook it while it was struggling

as it lay horizontally in her grasp

and you don't want 

me to describe anything 

other than to use the word "juicy".

And then she took the lizard

and in it went 

and down her long throat

like a fish.

And she left my view.

So that's what she does

when she comes to my bush 

each day.

Very thankful am I

to not be a lizard in a bush.