I see you,
With your green slitted eyes,
And your long pointy nails.
The way you move,
through the mulch,
and the way you eat,
I see you.
Scales,
Tails,
Nails and all,
I see you.
And even though,
Others are intimidated by you,
I want to hold you,
And the anticipation,
is killing me.
I watch you through,
The glass cage,
that confines you.
I watch as you scurry,
When people take photos of you.
I’m one of those people.
It’s been almost six
years.
Since I’ve found
my love and
fascination towards you.
I have a list of names
in my phone
already ready for you.
So,
blue iguana,
sitting on top of your house,
made of logs,
in the middle of Petco.
I see you.
And I’m almost ready,
to bring you home.
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