I have a little green dragon in my backyard.  He sits on top of my ivy covered cedar fence on a plastic cup, scarred, battle-worn, basking in the midday sun.  He waits casually for his next meal, perhaps an ant traveling by, or maybe a fluttering moth.  I watch as he expands and contracts his bright red neck to attract mates, or perhaps to warn me not to come any closer with my metal contraption.  He cocks his head sideways as if curious about my interest in him, then slowly closes his eyes, giving in to the sun’s warmth.  I have a little green dragon in my backyard.  I will visit him again tomorrow.