House lizard strategically waits for insects to become its prey.
On a dreary, dark night when the world is asleep,
A moth might come from some distant prison cell
To tell the story of a lonely tortured soul,
That I, too, have a story to tell.
But it was a dragon shrunk by Darwin's rule,
That came lurking for a prey from its den,
Reliving Elizabethan chivalry in the old days,
When the sword was mightier than the pen.
Into the Middle Ages that I imagined myself to be,
To meet my uninvited dragon guest as it might.
"Hello!" It greeted me, "George, I suppose?"
And it scampered away into the night.
And I, a pen in hand like the hero's lance drawn
Rose from this dreary dream to meet the dawn. ~