last night there was
a gecko
hiding behind the frame
of a painting
from
ho chi minh
its tail was
visible
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.
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