#Poetry #Poem
GECKO GRIEF
by Bill Kochman
08-24-2024
Oh there is just so much frustration,
When a gecko catches my kitty’s eye,
She wants to grab that lizard badly,
But it’s up on the ceiling so very high.
Thus desperate she comes to tell me,
Hoping that I am able to help her out,
But, you see, I like those little lizards,
So I refuse to participate in their rout.
Yet after her much insistent pleading,
I will go to check out what is going on,
While my kitty prances around my feet,
Not knowing that I am playing the con.
Of course there is no way I can tell her,
That for dinner gecko won’t be served,
Canned tuna and Iams need to suffice,
Until my dear kitty’s appetite is curved.
So as I gaze at the creature up yonder,
I talk and point to it with great concern,
To let kitty know I really do understand,
But to see lizzy suffer I just don’t yearn.
