I have a leopard gecko.

I have a leopard gecko
who doesn't really have a name.
I got him about a week ago,
and it still remains the same.
His socks are made of yellow,
dotted with some blots of black.
He even has a ridge of bumps,
in the middle of his back.
These bumps cover his whole body,
from his head down to his tail.
They leave impressions in my fingers,
when I handle him with care.
He finds his cage amuzing,
when I feed him through the top.
I drop the crickets in,
and they land with a plop.
Immediately he is alert,
for something is not right.
No longer alone in his cage,
but they remain out of sight.
He does not see them until they scuttle across his field of vision,
then he will begin to hunt with swift speed and precision.
Zero-ed in on his prey,
his tail begins to quiver,
He jumps on it and gulps it up,
the cricket is delivered.
Content in himself,
and content with me,
he will go back into hiding.
To a place where I can't see.
Inside his favorite log,
is where I often find him sleeping.
I do not dare disturb him,
or even bother peeping.
So I decide to leave him alone,
to let him nap peacefully.
I have a leopard gecko,
and the gecko has me.