Baby gecko on the wall
You are so very, very small.
Have you come inside to play?
Or just to pass the time away?
Does your mother know you’re here?
Or is she searching everywhere.
She must be frantic with emotions reeling
While you’re just walking on my ceiling.
If I catch you, and put you out
Will you know your way about?
If you go through a different door
You won’t see your mother anymore.
So I’ll have to let you stay
To wander on your merry way.
I hope one day you’ll be big and strong
And stay outside, where you belong
Copyright © Patrick Maitland | Year Posted 2012