It doesn’t have to be a furious, aggresive reptile , or Oxeye daisy shining at  the sun as the petals grow, or the reptile listening  and watching carefully, watching as the kingfisher makes his move.

It could be a blazing fire-kettle shooting in the air like a star, or the fire lit pounding furiously burning the icey wood , the precious tree stumbling  over a few pebbles on Cromton Lane.

Listen closely and pause.

Be as dark as crooked craws in thhe dark sky.Watch out, the deadly shape-shifting spider.

Be as curious as the wonder of the  broken glass  into pieces.  Fill your hands with precious sand, and make a sandy heart.