Sandy claws

A Poem by Soren

A scratch on the floor left me unsure then a knock on the door

I opened it wide but he was already inside so smooth he did slide

Said I could invite him in at least, came for a feast this scaley beast

Spoke with forked tongue although young, quite the tale he flung

Before I could prepare sat in my chair awaiting his fare with a glare

Acted quite tame so asked his name, said it was one of fame

Without his disguise I didn't recognize his pot belly or wrinkled eyes

Couch as a sleigh he commandeered into the shadow disappeared

Wasn't long before he was back at the door, impossible to ignore

Left his hat, wondered where it was at

© 2025 Soren

Author's Note

The other day I heard a scratching noise. I got up and went to the door. As I opened it a two foot monitor lizard skuttled across my floor. He had been hiding behind my drapes. Don't know how he got in. Got up on my chair so I went to get a stick to prod him out. When I got back he had left. I closed the door but before I knew it he was back scratching on the door as if he had forgotten something. Being the season I wondered if he was St. Nick in disguise.