Max sits, staring
at the backdoor screen.
She walks,
step-step, step-step, closer to the doorway,
eyes
never wavering from
the
silhouette of a newly-hatched basilisk lizard
clinging
to the screen.
Slowly, gently, she reaches out her paw, touches the screen.
In an instant, the tiny
basilisk leaps away, disappearing off the deck.
Max sits, staring
at the backdoor screen,
waiting for her friend to return.