Lizard´s night

On the wall bleeping like a car alarm.
Ball fingers crawling and sticking up the wall and upside down.
Their diamond heads smashing the night.
Chirping like birds in a late evening devoid of light.
Creeping along window ledges for a lazy moth.
Darting across the tile floor like a rubber bullet.
Even when the moon is dead these pale creatures emerge and tweet.
Agile wild beguiled reptile, whisper to me.
Ant trails have dried, so lick your eyes and come here.
Arachnids at bay tell me the secret of your coldblood.
And the tiny spines that hold you to any surface.
Defying gravity in your nocturnal existance.