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Our Little Friend

Our little friend Who knows what is its sex, it is difficult to say But regardless, being reckless, we named him Donald That implies, in any case, that it is him. He is intense, always on guard He has a pointed face, with sharp beady eyes His four spider-like legs Make him look like a crocodile Except for his lithe body of a small size. He is obviously very smart He does not miss any a tiny, weeny fly He hides with us, among the lanai’s pots and plants At night and even during the day He even nibbles the crumbs of food that fall away. His favorite resting position Is, being perched on the upper, outer side of a lanai’s clay pot Presumably, because he can see the world and it’s nice and warm When we come in, he greets us in response By swiftly vanishing among the pots. We love him and, talk about and to him We have a deep emotional involvement When we do not see him, we worry about his whereabouts We also are concerned about his health and weight Eating food he evolutionary never had. We are also concerned about the appropriateness of his name Being so smart, timid, gentle and sane His character does not bear resemblance to our future president After whom he got his name Perhaps in future we may change the name Of our dear lovable gecko pet. Naples Nov 27, 2016.

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