LIZARDS

They lie upside down on my ceiling.
They play dead when you walk by.
Black beedy eyes watching your every move.
Waiting for the perfect opportunity to slitter away, unseen.
They come out at night. Feasting on the scraps on my floor.
Darting out from the corners they hide in.
But when they know they're out of reach,
They lie upside down on my ceiling and cry.

Lizards. I hate them.
Don't you?