The Lizard Poem by Gert Strydom

Just where you do go you will find it,
outside in the garden between potted plants,
in the sun and weather and wind,
in the kopje between the rocks in the hillock,
on the inside wall of the house
where the little rascal does climb up against everything
and do look impudent
with small eyes gleaming intelligent
like a miniature dragon that looks harmless
where it glances at the world from high or low.

© Gert Strydom