Ivor Steven: Lily and a Lizard of Wizardry

 

My loving dog Lily, died last week.
And I broken heartedly buried her deep.
Beneath her favourite sunny spot.
In the middle of our warm courtyard plot.

Then today, on top of her grave.
Sitting, staring at me so brave.
Lazily sunbaking, a big Blue-tongued Lizard.
His pointy tail twirling like a wizard.

The lizard laid near our orchids, like our Lily.
He squinted as I moved towards him stealthily.
But he shook his sleek head in fright.
And raced fish-swift out of sight.

Whimsically I wonder, is he !
A reincarnation of our little Lily.
Not that I really believe.
And what would you believe.
Could Lily be a Lizard of Wizardry.
Or her living spirit, now named Lizzy.

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