Writing Red Checkered Lizard REDUX

[Brasil]

The lizard stole silently through the grass, headed towards the Wilson home. Its back was checkered and red, and it was about the size of a pencil. Its cold, reptilian eyes took in the night, taking notice of the leaves rustling in the brisk, fall air.
It lifted its snout up to take a whiff of the healthy night aroma, bringing a devilish grin to its face.

The moon was full and cast an almost ghostly glow upon the field. No creatures were about, sans for the owl up in the elm. Normally, an owl would swoop down and take hold of a lone, little lizard treading about on the ground, but this owl did not. It hooted in fright when it saw the lizard steadily approaching the deck.

The deck?s light was on and flies and the like of their insect brood buzzed noisily around it, but sped off into the night when they caught sight of the lizard. The animals were afraid of this lizard, and with good reason, for it was the terror of the yard. It had killed more than its fair share in the wilderness of the Wilson home and had yet to be stopped.

The wicked spawn of Eden cleared the steps in a single leap and landed without a sound. With another powerful push from its hind legs, it was on the windowsill. Again it smiled because the screen was in, and the glass was left open. A swift slash from a deadly claw gained entry to the Wilson home.

The lizard crept silently in the darkness, avoiding the sleeping dog, Buster. Ascending the steps was easy for the lizard, requiring only a few kicks. As it reached the upstairs hall, it heard a faint snoring of an infant origin and entered that room with a cold-blooded anticipation.

The infant laid there contently, dreaming wonderful dreams.

The crib?s edges were tall, but this was not a trouble for the lizard. In an instant the serpent was there at the infant?s side. It smiled, baring a pair of fangs that would summon forth his poison-store. The venom that had fallen a well-numbered sum of creatures, stirred about in the glands in eager anticipation. It yearned for release.

The lizard took a spot on the infant?s neck as his and brought his beast-killers down into the soft, moist flesh. The infant cried out loudly as the deadly poison raced from the glands, over the fangs, and into the neck. The delicious screams brought the house to life as the darkness vanished and light flooded the Wilson home. Those living in the home flocked into the room and froze with horror at the sight they viewed.

The lizard casually glanced at these new figures and glared, exposing his bloody fangs. A woman screamed. The group approached with intent to smite the lizard, but soon backed away when the lizard hissed.

In a flash of red, this cruel and evil serpent was out the window, leaving those people to cry over the now extinguished flame of the infant.

The creatures in the yard heard the tears and saw the lizard escape into the wilderness, disappearing into the shadows.

The red checkered lizard. Beware.

[Corey]

Sadistically appealing.
I clap for you, and would gladly read more of your work.