Saga of Iguanas

An iguana crossing the street
Looks up, scans, scurries
Stops a little, Turns
And stills.

A greener garden tempts
A tastier prey invites
Fears vanish
Eyes rotate and abet the desire
To risk the run
Runs the risk
Perpendicular to the machinery of life.

Win or lose, life or death, glory across or
A corpus flattened to earth…
Under the rush and roll
Of  blind tyres.
No matter. Iguanas scuttle. For goals
Alcross the street.

Published by Sang

I am a freelance writer. I write what comes to my mind.

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