The Turquoise Lizard
By Jamilla
The wind whistles through the trees
And i sit here watching him move with ease
He slithers through the fallen leaves
Senses riveted on his prey
He stops and observes,
His mind plotting.
Then faster than you blink
His deadly tongue strikes
The hunted is dead.
He notices me watching,
And nods his head.
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Yes i just wrote a poem about a lizard and no i don't know why :)
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PoetryJust some things i came up with... doubtlessly amateur but still solely a reflection of my inner thoughts and conflicts :)
