little thing,
blue green,
this chameleon,
this strange prehistoric
lizard
that greets me at the door
and slips
away without
a word,
or squeak.
all tail it seems.
between the threshold
he disappears,
skinny
enough
to slide between
the metal crease.
to where he goes i don't
know.
one of many,
and more things,
that i have no
clue about.
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