From the gray rock,
The lizard, pale, stocks
For insect prey,
And afar a passing
Boy stops it,
And the lizard turns prey
First the tail,
To see if it regenerates
Then the limbs,
No wall climbing
No more time at this rate.
Curiosity or cruelty,
Experiment or torture?
The lad sees the first
The lizard the latter.
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