Gecko Named Curly Tail Poem by Suzanna Chevalier

Looking down on the ground
Curly Tail the gecko waits
without a sound.
I say 'Hello honey-how are you?
Where are your kids this afternoon?
Then when I leave the door
Curly Tail's offspring
is scampering once more.
Curly Tail waits for me
on the black mat—
It's like he knows where I am at.
He knows when I leave to go far,
he knows when I get out of my car.
Thanks Curly Tail for waiting for me-
see you later by the tree.