The Gecko and the Moth
All across red pipe they laze,
In spotlight at dead-center stage,
Dusty-winged moths in sunless light.
Mushroom color appears stage right --
Gecko stalks steamy summer night.
Creeping on unseen steps,
Lizard glides to the left
Toward evil-eye pattern
Of air-brushed jewel dust,
As overhead gnats loop-the-loop
Like bees on a honey bear.
Beaming pheromone at some like-minded bug
The moth remains statue-still
Relying on the big-eyed wings
Or on its camouflage,
While antennae think mate.
When lizard is seen, it's too late.
1996. David J. L'Hoste. All Rights Reserved.