at night the gecko
overfeeds
itself with the delights
of cockroaches
in the attic of the
old house
where antiques and
family heirlooms
are kept
i switch on the light
and there the gecko
stares at me and it makes me
happy to see it
full and happy
when i sleep and rest my head
on the pillow
the gecko sings again
on the roof
looking at the moon and stars
against the night
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