I don’t know why he waited there
with eyes all worried sizing me.
He’d run I knew eventually
off to his family, friends, some where
my camera couldn’t reach. We stare.
He’s wishing for a shady rock,
some plants or weeds, a builder’s block,
a hole that only good guys know.
Abruptly it was time to go.
I’m innocent, but triggered shock.
Ronovan Hestor offers the rhyme word “shock” to be used in a C line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.


Ah, the shifty lizard. They always run. 🙂
Great poem.
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This one sat still for four photos. I don’t know why. Thank you, Michael!
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Another 5-Star poem, Frank–Bravo!
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Thank you, Zelda!
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You’re welcome!
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Very little does shock them in to running away, nice poem 🙂
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Thank you, Pragalbha! They normally don’t sit still as long as that one did.
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