The cave he lives in is a meter from our door,
A man-made hole for rain and swill-water.
He took up vacant possession one day
And recks neither drought nor flood.
He peeps out arc-eyed for a moving morsel.
Dart and scurry is his life,
Loot and scoot is his life.
When people walk along the corridor,
He knows the giants are coming; he can tell
The harmless from the scared. A stumped foot
Is thunder and earth tremor.
He turns about,
Swifter than weather-vane in wind-blast,
Scuttles home, tail vanishing into a point.
What a reversal!
The caveman fled into the safer dark
When monster lizards roamed,
Some were harmless, some were plain scared,
All were utterly doomed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this poem about the lizard, loved how you described him and his life style! Sounds almost as if you're talking about a homeless person, the way you portrayed it! Very good poem, love it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn