He sits atop the rock,

his throne, perhaps

surveying the land around

his domain, he is the king

Average for his kind,

he knows it not.

In his world he is a giant

among his subjects, perhaps prey

When the sun is high

and warm, he rests

his throne comfortable

and safe from anything larger

His subjects are the

creepy crawly creatures

in the grass and on the stones

just reach out to consume

To them he is Godzilla

giant with fearsome power

when he chooses

mostly calm not claiming victims

A seven inch giant

among the ants and grasshoppers

relaxed, calm, enjoying sun

a benevolent and innocent monster