Flutter By
The Young Gray Lizard
Paused forever for a second
In awe of the richness of life,
Blinked at the fragile velvet beauty
Of the Regal Monarch
And thanked God for providing.
There was no one quick enough
To hold his tongue.
So he learned in early days,
Through bitter disappointment
Not to trust that brand of beauty.
Old Gray Lizard Wannabe.
Cats, Too
The Cloud Lion woke
To stretch against his double
To push and purr before the yawn
And graceful parting
From his shadow.
The same wild cub was seen
Near midday, strutting too close
To a shiny patch of ice
Kept solid and staring in a strip
Between the gutter and the curb.
A street mirror, he had supposed.
But a split second later he was
Feeling vulnerable as a kitten,
A thigh muscle strained to save face,
An alley cat ache in the groin,
Wishing he could start the day over.
*mulligan- in an informal game of golf, an extra shot allowed, to make up for a poor first shot; not counted on the score card
I really like both these, Sherry. Just the right amount of riddling to make me pause. Animals are great to ponder, aren't they? We've got a Monarch that just came out of its chrysalis without one of its hind wings, so not enough lift to rise over the patio walls. It's doing OK on the lavender, though; looks like there's no continental flight in store.