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.