by Amélie, 8
Saratoga Independent School, Saratoga Springs, New York


My lizard turns to a rock
and tans his blue, wrinkly skin
until it will boil
his eyes are like green emeralds gleaming in the sun
his feet so grippy like suction cups on the glass
his mouth moaning for food, just one fly please
that’s what I hear
then he walks and tans himself on a rock again.



Written in Response to “The Owl” by Arthur Sze