Wednesday, February 01, 2006


Another poem on the lizard. Do I really like lizardsso much?



I play the waiting game
Patience’s my middle name
Eyes unblinking
Hope unsinking
I know the prey will come my way.

Not heeding the Medusa stare
Comes the fly with haughty air.
Turn to stone
Its flesh and bone
Soon I’ll have had my way.

- Thomas Jay Cubb

1. According to Greek mythology, Medusa was a Gorgon who could turn you into stone with a look. The hero Perseus conquered her and cut off her head by looking at her reflection.
2. For my tongue has gone its way?

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