The reptile known as the Five-Lined Skink is silent, but not as covert as you'd think. From the front end it blends, but its bright blue back end catches the eye no matter how slowly it slinks.
Skink Limerick
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light makes greens greener,
and clouds glow brightly; its lack
makes the blues bluer
bars at your back,
and their stripes
permanently etched
into one's field of vision.
so much so,
that you feel they're
a ubiquitous feature
of the world beyond.
the cage should be a hated place,
but one can grow to love the cage.
the cage is shelter.
the cage is delivery address
for food & water disbursements.
the cage forms rollbars --
like on a dune buggy --
protection in the event
of a sudden & unexpected crash.
the cage offers one a range --
narrow as it might be --
of distances at which one's captor
may be kept,
and, as long as the cage is shut,
that gives one a delightful
illusion of control.
what a hated place a cage should be,
and yet how conflicted are the captives?

full moon
over Fishtail Mountain-
breath swirls in cold air.