Is it the proportions between us
that cause his distrust?
Does my hand too closely resemble a talon
of death reaching down from the sky?

With his chest swelled, his mouth firm,
he is a petulant veridian child
but when he is captured and stroked by the ear
his eyelids raise up in iguanan delight

Can he comprehend my gargantuan being? That my finger
connects to my monstrous eye?
Does he understand that this mountain peak
he perches atop is my head?

With maturity his summer green
will fade to autumn hues
I only hope that as he grows larger, to him, I will seem smaller.