I am eating roasted sesame grains
In my bedroom
Overlooking the quay
A country delicacy rare
But still alive in my house
Suddenly I saw the cloth line
Trembling terribly and the clothes
Flying like kites in the wind.
I stepped out
With a saucer in my hand
And I left it by the kerb stone
Picking the clothes and someone relishing my meal
I am hugging the wears
In my bossom but my meal is gone.
I took the empty saucer
Wondering what has taken my snack
Then I saw a gray and brown spotted lizard
Red head lizard nodding his head
His bulging eyes showing no remorse.
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