Fence Lizard

I stepped over and then stepped back
To bend at the knees and look closer
At the lizard with a torn tail and closed eyes
So (like anyone) I prodded his belly and
His tiny raptor fingers flexed out and
One tiny eye peeked open to make sure
I was not my dog (who I assumed was
The culprit in his handicap) and suddenly
I was eight again in my backyard pinching
His belly gently to set him on my palm and then
Giving him a quick kiss for all the memories

Then I strode to my backyard to the wall
That was too high for dogs to reach and
I set him on top where the sun is perfect

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Awhhhhhh...really, genuinely! Only one of us, we poets, would feel this deeply enough to carry through and write it. This is precious. I don't even like lizards - "His tiny raptor fingers flexed out" for that exact reason - they remind me of raptors! But I can certainly be touched by a heart that would care. Truth is, as much as they scare me, I would most likely rescue it too.

[persianleopard]

I like lizards! :D I used to have a pet lizard once... his name was Swifty...
but my cat ate him. Sad story. I think I should write a sad poem about this...

[Marie]

That's very nice.