The Anole Poem by Juan Olivarez
The Anole
I wondered at the anole,
Sitting green upon a leaf.
And it ocurred to me,
If his orange throat did grieve.
I wondered at the anole,
Turning brown upon the trunk.
And it occurred to me,
That I never saw him drunk.
I wondered at the wonder,
The little anole can instill.
Was he green I started to ponder,
Or brown as a mallards bill?
10/17/10 Alton Texas
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