Sunlit Slate

I pushed past the pinned trowel and descended the cedar steps into the gravel path. Complete stillness. Ahead sat a flat, sun-baked garden slate leaning against the dry turf. Heat radiated from its dark face. Decisive mass. I planted my heavy claws into the coarse crushed rock, dropped my snout low, and mounted the angled mineral edge. It held solid without shifting. The midday warmth pressed immediate and deep into my belly scales. Chin resting flush against the textured slab, I let the sun settle across my armored spine. High perimeter held and suddenly a stegosaurus arrives and it cuts their saying part two soon