Western Gecko
in striped pajamas
on a spring morning
looked for his mama.
He called to her.
He moaned. He wailed.
He even dropped
his spotty tail.
Poor Western Striped Gecko
This poem is written in quatrains, verses with four lines.
Isn't this guy a cutie? I found him as I was moving pots of flowers when we were putting a water fountain in my front courtyard. He was so sweet to wait for me to take his picture.
Your poem captured his essence perfectly - I hope he found his mama! Thanks for sharing your work, Joy. :)
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