Gecko

A poem I wrote about the geckos that seem to own the house - the tick part of the poem is the noise they make...

Gecko Poem

Tap drip... drip... dripping... in time

Destiny, fate; suddenly intertwine

Sound of the water, falls, echoes

As nearby... ceiling crawling gecko

Calls tick... tick... ticking... in chime

Telling another, they look so fine

Perched upon the wall with clawed feet

A friend approaches and meets

Nothing silence... silence... silencing... too unkind

These creatures stare at each other, seemingly bind

With a flicker of it's tongue, twist of it's tail

It turns away �" it's skin turning more pale

Claw scratch... scratch... scratching to climb

Following one another on the roof, (where) geckos shine

Moving in their own unique patterns

Eating bugs, slowly getting fatten

One hiss... hiss... hissing... stopping in line

Watching a moth flutter; as it's fate aligns

With reflexes of a lion waited

Gecko's hunger, ready to get sated

Hit smack... smack... smacking... gecko's find

Killing the prey, other gecko grasps side of the hind

Staring down each other, unwilling to share

Tails once again turning, friends now not care

Pull, rip... rip... ripping... wind and pine

Apart the meal from it's very chine

Happy ending for the pair of blighters

These are friends, not uncivilised fighters...