Lizard-Cat Licks Light

noon suns stun the lizard-cat at mid-day’s daze while the autumnal leaves call the fall late in the Berkshire’s vermillion blaze the lizard-cat is lost in memories’ light plays the dazzilance of sorrows dance through its gall

time’s spectrum breaks down into blues and blacks with all this mad-jawing and clawing around the dark the lizard-cat’s native fifth column of light with thick blood-floods infiltrates this night

again it is high noon the lizard-cat is not bored by the glare-glint brand of granite sun the pores between its scales breathe the fire-light the pure inferno is now solidified incandescence the lizard-cat makes its stand at the pinnacle of radiance