Little Gila monster!
Reaching over those pebbles must be hard.
Your back, yellow like a hundred bees at rest,
twists left and right, left and right,
gathering strength to conquer those pebbles once again.
Without haste you waddle home,
a foot here, a foot there,
until the desert stones alone
remember your passage.
Reaching over those pebbles must be hard.
Your back, yellow like a hundred bees at rest,
twists left and right, left and right,
gathering strength to conquer those pebbles once again.
Without haste you waddle home,
a foot here, a foot there,
until the desert stones alone
remember your passage.