This morning, while taking my dogs out for their usual potty break, I caught a quiet moment of wonder. A beautiful green anole peeked out from upon a strangler fig branch, perfectly still—almost as if time had paused just for us. I gently raised my camera, hoping to capture its fleeting stillness. There’s something special about noticing the small, wild beauty that shows up in your own backyard—and today did not disappoint.

Sitting on a strangler fig so high,
You peeked out in the morning breeze,
Beneath the warming amber sky.

You hoped to spot an insect or two,
The sun stretched warmly down your back.
The branch swayed soft where breezes blew,
But still, no snack upon your track.

You turned your head from side to side,
Your tiny heart alert, aware.
No fluttered wings or bugs to find—
Just heavy feet and a human’s stare.

A towering shape and a glassy face
Reflected light where you had sat.
It clicked and glinted into space,
A giant eye both round and flat.

A spider’s web behind your tail
Gleamed like a net of glistening thread.
You sniffed, but knew it would not avail—
No breakfast there, just silk instead.

So off you darted, lean and quick,
Through leafy green, without a sound.
Your nimble toes, so small that stick,
Vanished in branches all around.

There’s something sacred about the small things—especially when we take the time to pause, watch, and wonder.

What small creature or quiet moment has caught your attention recently?

Feel free to share in the comments—I’d love to hear what beauty lives in your backyard.