If the round headed lizard stares upon us
From the bushes in quite rainy afternoon
For judging our inquisition generated proffer
Before the next diversion comes in lea way.
Little creature lingering from perfect branches
As if waiting for delving at hour convenient
To measure the length and breath of shower
Before it turns to snow under watching eyes amazing,
Here the sound cracks, breaking of glass house
With tail widening intruding our shell comforts.
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