The struggling lizard flicks up its tail
It stays high up behind it
it absorbs the rays of early afternoon
A drop of eater on the marble it sips
I will bring it back to life
It will raise it's head and pick out intruding insects
It will feed itself and grow it will reproduce
It will become a hurricane
A wall climbing creature
seeking it's piece of the sun and survival
recovering to creep and crawl
And calm my anxieties
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