Lion Head Mesa Cliff

he clung close to the earth as his father taught him. the sun shined on their shimmery scales, outlining them as perfect targets. perhaps a second too soon after one lifted their head, he pounced. his little jaws snapped at their scrambling figures, successfully only grabbing one.

it dangled from its tail, flailing uselessly as ibrahim then quickly yanked and twisted his head around. it broke off from the tail, fleeing right behind its kin but it took the golden boy to notice, only once he was about ready to slam his imaginary lizard against the rock did he realize he only held onto its tail. and — stupidly — he smiled.

look, baba! i ripped its tail clean off!