Where did the summer go? I took this picture in July, but just didn't get it posted. I've always liked skinks. This one was basking right outside my back door. It's an older adult, thus no blue tail.

IN A BLINk

I'm creeping, creeping, very slow.

I'm looking, looking, very low,

Over in the corner where the sun shines hot.

I thought t'would be there, but it's not.

I'm sitting, sitting, patiently.

Hoping, hoping, that I'll see

A tiny little creature with a bright blue tail.

I catch my breath, 'fraid to exhale,

'Cause there he is!

But not for long,

I made a noise

And now he's gone.

In a blink,

The skink,

Is gone.