The Gecko lying on his stone
Is always very much alone,
Nor is the reason hard to trace
By those who’ve seen its form and face
It’s hard to realise a mite
Can be so venomous a sight,
Or in its little frame compress
Such concentrated ugliness.
Now wonder other creatures fly
Each time a Gecko ambles by.
No wonder that its chosen mate
Recoils from the connubial state.
Yet underneath its skin, we’re told,
There beats a heart of purest gold.
Its children do not know neglect;
It treats its mother with respect.
It never, ever beats its wife,
And lives a most unblemished life.
Its aspect is its sole defence
Against the world’s malevolence.
So when you see a Gecko stay
Uncharitable thoughts and say:-
“The gruesome are not always gross-
even a reptile bears its cross!”
(Leon Gellert)
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