Dear Lizard

Dear Lizard who's been on my table for weeks now and is still not dead, yet likes to sit on my table and stare at me all day, hardly moving an inch in the whole day,
I have come to accept you as part of my day now. You remind me to not leave any food lying open on the table, for fear that you may decide to be less lethargic and delve into it.

I apologise for that time when I thought you were dead because you hadn't moved even a leg in a week and tried to shove you down a poly bag using a broom. If you will forgive me, I will also try to get past the mini-heartattack you gave me when you suddenly jumped up on being touched.

I try to hide you behind my calendar, so I do not have to peer into the icy depths of your clear bright black eyes. I must admit, I am a little creeped out by you.

But you are teaching me to appreciate other living beings too. Though I would have been more pleased if you were more active, and would do me the kind service of eating up the insects that fly into my room without fail everyday, unless I keep the windows and door closed and suffocate myself to death.

I do think that I will miss you when you finally decide to walk towards the light at the end of the tunnel.