The
lizards on the walls
As
the light turning dark
There
the lizards will crawl out
Like
the dark forces of life
The
heat of the light
The
lizards stay quiet
The
stationery movements
The
stake out of long hours
It
is only the insects
Flapping
wings eager for the light
As
the insects fly closer
One
long swipe of its tongue
The
quick swallow
The
eyes keep a look out
The
night is still young
The
insects will fly by
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