Little Man
This is how he likes to spend a little time close to Kate, relaxed.
Trying out the other chair, smelling the flowers no doubt.
A stern look. Now what did I do?
Did I drive him up the walls, maybe.
A few feet from the back door. Just saying hello.
And posing for a few shots.
The wall he was driven up.
Looking at you …
Looking …
As I stepped out into the garden and there he was. Little Man, Kate’s friendly dragon, lingering, watching.
In a flurry of action he jumped up onto the back of the chair, his favourite spot where he can see afar, and waits to see who I am, what I’m about in his garden.
Friend or foe, leaning to friend, as I toss him a bit of my food. He was waiting for it, we have met before. And he remembers.
These short encounters map a not insignificant tributary in a world of experience, for the little man.
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look …
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Nature's Place 
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