A Lizard's Journey

Who does like Lizards? I don't! Those slimy, four-legged creatures are disgusting and weird too😁. Those reptiles move through gardens and roads and trees and definitely have a tale to tell on their journeys. In this poem, I have tried to imagine what it is like to be a lizard...  ;-)

A Lizard’s journey

Walking through a garbage pile

Oh! So foul and horrid

As I move my slimy body

I pick up dust on my way

Jeez! Tired of the filth

I move away to my dreams

A place with dark corners, bountiful bugs, moisture

That is the place I want to be…

Wobbling through the plastic,

I finally find my way out,

One look at the blue skies

And green trees

That is what made me grin,

I strolled and strolled

Till I found my Gecko friend

He narrated his tales of lavish in castles and caves

I just drew the scenery in my teeny brain

We bid adieu and walked away

I continued my quest to find the ‘palace of dreams’

The footpath had many sleepy dogs

Kind, but looked fierce

I moved away, to prevent any encounters

I wandered till a wide lane appeared

With dazzling lights, my palace of dreams stood tall

I could sense the moisture peeling my skin

So, I dashed right in

The door was open and wide

I walked right in with my nose in the air

No welcome ceremony was necessary

I took in the comfort of house

And was ready to find my room

A dark damp place I found under the table

Walking to my new home

Feeling rejuvenated

A soldier returning from the war

But from the distance, I heard a scream

A curly-haired giant roared and cried

Another taller one appeared

I expected a handshake or a namaste

But,

By the time I could extend my hand

I was back in the garbage pile again….

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