All About Lizards

A Sonnet and a Tanka

A Sonnet for Lizards

Atop the sky the merry sun will sing
a branle of dawn and noon, day after day.
And all the lizards hear his music play:
the drumbeats of the stones—their lithe tails swing—
and piping of the breezes whistling.
From out each rocky crevice bleak and gray
the lizards climb and look. Their long necks sway;
eyes blink in brightness; they go cap…