Gecko

He moved swiftly, through the little gap Between the door ajar and the wall Hiding then, behind the desk, presumably Catching his breath - but soon as I pulled the desk back Like lightning, he took cover behind the pile of papers.

I grinned at him, he was young and little, a juvenile, and said - 'Gotcha, my boy' and with a quick brush of the broom Escorted him out into the glaring sun.

That was yesterday, that was when I felt I could not stand This suffocating sensation, the revulsion of solitude, Yet shunning company, sans I am, of love and friendship.

Now, defeated, depressed and disconsolate, I welcomed him As he skulked in a corner, nodding, licking his chops clean Of the remains of a fly and looked at me, cocking his head.

'Welcome, my Achilles, welcome, brighten my lonely evenings.'