Regal Horned Lizard
Regal Horned Lizard
Some call it horny toad,
a childhood name—
but the desert knows
the weight of its crown.
Spined head,
armor of stone and scale,
it waits in the wash,
a stature of stillness
while ants march toward
the open gate of its mouth.
Patience is its kingdom.
Dust its throne.
Kneel close enough,
and the gold of its eye
shows you the desert
watching back.
Regal Horned Lizard
Thank you, Kenne, for the beautiful poem and the wonderful creature you described!
Joanna
You’re welcome.
Awesome.
Thank you.