Catch and...

Catch and…   

Her long, curious nose
pointing 
at the floor
my sighthound

Reading her 
I peer, too
A delicate gecko 
aware of the looming
goes still

With a firm grip
a pat
I lead Jazz away,
slip on a leash
grab a glass jar
a stiff card
coax the little guy in

Tap and pour 
him out—he slides 
into leaves
my held breath
floats free