The Lizard who Lived
By Evelyn P
Laying there on the road, dejected,
the lizard's eye disconnected.
My Mother sighs,
picks up the little guy,
and sits him in the garden alone.
My brother comes in, obviously distressed,
time for my detective skills to be put to the test.
I go outside, inspect the poor thing's eye as he hissed and spat,
and deduct that he was in fact, attacked by a cat.
We grab a box and warm him up,
and give him water in a cup.
We called WIRES for them to take him away,
to find treatment, food and a better place to stay.
The lady comes and grabs the box,
sets it down and takes the poor thing in shock.