Little lizards

Lying still on the walls and ceilings

Round eyed geckos

Cute creatures with little transparent bodies

Albinos in the night

Hearts beating in the light

On every wall, in every corner existing

Ubiquitous in every home

Yet no one notices you

Nobody pays any attention

Such a part of the decoration you've become

Without molestation

Without malice

You share clean human abodes

But there you dart

From the shadow into the light

And in an instant grab up a mosquito

A fast complete meal on the tip of your long tongue

And there you move again, and again

Rarely missing a meal

So still

Then such a lightening speed

Another one moves

And then another

And what is this soft chipping sound you emit

Like some bird or strange cricket in a cage

But there are no cages for you

So valuable a service you perform

That no one even takes notice of your presence

Television is more interesting

And there is your mate

And you perform your natural calling together

Yet no one pays any attention

And there, a tiny baby above my head

Born of some higher, luckier caste of creature

On our long chain of being.

by Hugh M. Lewis