Shady Waning Gibbous Poem by Julio 2 Amarante

I opened the kitchen's door over the lousy floor,
I gave a look at a shady Waning Gibbous
Illumination: 96%, a view with a fogy accent.

Terrace full of unethical, unorthodox specimens,
Flora and some dead or nice faun like little lizards
Gekkota clean and mean, delightful animals,
One I grew a large family indoors, from 2cm to 20 & growing,
Always loyal, never bothering us, eating, cleaning,
A defense against flying cockroaches, a guest not eating,
Au contraire of cats and dogs,
I say reptiles have its moments.

Maybe I‘ll be a corpse, or not,
Next week I want little lizards inside.
Although I abide for spiders now
They'll deal with the space, with my grace.

In a spirit of cohabit or die.
Just kidding, easy to kill are you, oh my...