THE RED-HEADED LIZARD II
Its eyes very sharp on insects
Tongue, can only be magnetic
It swallows ants with ease
Yet, nodding to its precision
Looking straight into my eyes
Breathing in and out,
Yet, not gasping
It looked at my direction
Enjoying the game
Its nodding means one ant down
Suddenly turns its tail at me
Thought, it was goodbye bidding
Yet, starring at me backwardly
More ants gathered
Mopping some sugary liquid
Suddenly, it reappeared
Nodding, faster with a smile
To announce its arrival again
It resumed with more verve.
Alayande Stephen T.
3.45pm
12th August, 2007
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