Little Man
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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Stunning!
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He knows he’s safe with you. Beautiful!
Yes, by extension. It’s Kate’s place.
What a lovely model!
I like the trusting way he is splayed across the cushion in #1. The claws he depends on for fight or flight are in resting position, not ready, is unusual around people and indicative of how relaxed he is in this place.