Gila Monster text

See the Gila on the sand, he is the coolest in the land, he has a coat of orange scales, and tells us many desert tales. He moves so slow and does not run, he likes to sit beneath the sun, his tail is thick and stores his fat, he sits upon a desert mat. Do not get close or he might bite, and hold on with all his might, he eats the eggs from hidden nests, and thinks that they are just the best. The Gila Monster is his name, and he enjoys his desert fame, he hides within the rocks and stones, and warms his little lizard bones. He has a pattern on his skin, that looks just like a cheeky grin, the venom in his jaw is strong, but he will never do you wrong. If you just let him walk his way, and sleep throughout the heated day, he is a friend to arid ground, where silence is the only sound.

Gila Monster saunters in the sand and sun and grin like a king in a land of slow days and lazy plans. He drags a fat tail and taps small claws and makes long lines in warm sand and feels grand. He is not fast, he is vast in calm and he knows it so he stays still and stares as if time itself can wait. He once said it would rather sit still and stare and win. Then gave a sly grin and slid along again. Lizards may dash and birds may fly yet this fellow would rather lie and sigh and plan a slow parade. He naps, he yawns, he wanders, he rhymes in his head about sand and sun and kicking fun. Kids laugh as he saunter past like a slow parade drum. Life for him is a gentle glide, not a race, not a chase, just calm days in warm light. The Gila Monster rules the land by doing less and loving it. He is a legend of lazy power, slow yet sure. Slow wins says the grin again.

Gila Monster sleeps in warm sand and sun and grins, even in dreams and drift in slow scenes of calm lands and grand plans. He dreams of long lines in soft sand and slow saunters as he walks past the tall plants and flat stones that feel like thrones. He dreams he can slide on sand like a king on a grand road and never rush never run, just glide and grin. In one dream he says it would run in the cave and play hide and seek and go hide once again. Then the dream played out, belly in the air, with its chibi stare. He dreams of the night and a moon that will never fade, and naps that never end and snacks that land right near his hand. In dream land, no one will chase him, and no one will rush him, they all move in calm rhyme and slow shine. He wakes with a grin and a plan to nap again and dream again in warm sand.

See the creature in the sand, roaming on the desert land, he has a tail that is so wide, where his extra food can hide. He loves the heat and sunny rays, resting there for many days, he has a coat of dots and scales, telling us his ancient tales. Do not tease him or be rude, even if he looks so crude, he walks with care and moves so slow, watching where the insects go. He is a native of the west, taking every desert test, his bite is strong and full of juice, so do not let him get too loose. He is a treasure to us all, even if he is so small, see him crawling on the stone, leaving other ones alone. He is a master of the dry, underneath the sunny sky, he does not need a lot of rain, nor does he cause a lot of strain. Unless you mess with his nose, then a danger really grows, he is the Gila of the wild.