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3/23/2026 for Shape Shifting Animal. Light-hearted Fantasy Poetry Contest sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
How Did I Become a Lizard?
If you look closely, you will see,
Yep, sure enough, that's me -
on the cinder block wall ledge,
or by your front door, near the hedge.
But I ain't warm, cuddly or fun,
as I sit here, basking in the sun.
Ol' Sol is something that's still free,
and I'm the scaly lizard that you see.
I must say it's great weather,
for one whose hide is quite like leather.
I suppose you're thinking that my skin
could make a purse to put things in,
or maybe some shoes or wallet.
How did I become this whatchamacallit?
Was it the work of witch or warlock,
and how, is it you can hear me talk?
Thus, in this sun, while I'm nicely warmed,
I ponder why I've been so transformed...
into this creature small and wary.
It seems a fate, unordinary,
and though I may appear inelegant,
I'm really most intelligent
as I stand still and ponder the universe,
simultaneously composing this beautiful verse.
Do you think a bunny or a puppy is more fun?
In a short race, those creatures, I still outrun.
Want to play at "staring war"? What do you think?
If you watch carefully, you'll see me blink.
I show little emotion. I'm not exuberant.
My eyes, if you may, are a little protuberant.
You might think I'm bland and cold.
How did I become a lizard as I grew old?
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