yellow moon

I like lizards

Unwanted visitors, with magical
tails, can\'t see well-
the fear in bystanders,
bursting out of a mighty history.

Only as tall as 0.5 feet now
hides behind 6 feet doors,
the elegant dancer has
no place anymore.

It feels their frowns, footsteps, fear
around and only knows to
escape. Angry with earth, it
crawls above, away from the

Ground that once collapsed in on
itself. It feels ephemeral
tails, friends, existence, and
still drags on.