The Gecko - Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night there was
a gecko
hiding behind the frame
of a painting
ho chi minh

its tail was

when i turned off the light
it came out and
had all the free time
catching its prey of roaches
and mosquitoes

i was relaxing myself on a hammock
at the right side of the house

it was such a night without the moon
the world is still without a windy atmosphere

what do you expect from this?

i guess that gecko was just shy

it knew however to eat and live
without us.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 10, 2016

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