Going Down In Dark

When the sun goes down and dark A lizard takes his time to meditate It could just as easily be a female But who am I to judge or take a look I respect other creatures rights to privacy When the lizard decides to sleep it stops Lays a weary head upon a rail road tie Drifts into a reptilian sleep of peace An ever present smile on its leathery face An uninvited train goes speeding bullet by On an otherwise pleasant evening breeze Male or female impacts do not matter to the tracks At this hour trains should take a nap or little brake We can only imagine what it was dreaming Perhaps of insects on a sticky tongue Perhaps there is an afterlife for lizards napping Who sleep on railroad tracks then splatter Who become no more of life's small mysteries While stranger things still happen after that Authors Note: A lizard of undetermined gender should be remembered.