The Gecko's Tongue

All its feet
firmly on the wall,
it plays a solitary hand
at patience.

It will not miss
a trick -
or treat.
Its bulging eyeballs
on a roll,
it makes an advance
and then stops.

Hanging from the ceiling,
it looks down
on the bipeds in the restaurant.

Stalking on padded toes,
its tail twitches
as it feasts
its eyes on
the banquette of insects.

A slurp
around its lips,
flicker and dart -

and the moth
comes to a sticky end.

Srinjay Chakravarti

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