I wondered at the anole, <br />Sitting green upon a leaf. <br />And it ocurred to me, <br />If his orange throat did grieve. <br /> <br />I wondered at the anole, <br />Turning brown upon the trunk. <br />And it occurred to me, <br />That I never saw him drunk. <br /> <br />I wondered at the wonder, <br />The little anole can instill. <br />Was he green I started to ponder, <br />Or brown as a mallards bill? <br /> <br />10/17/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-anole/
