the lizard lay

motionless

not dead,

just content

soaking in the golden rays

bathing in the summer warmth

nestled soundly

atop his rock

 

eyeing the rising sun

and minding the heat

sure to follow

soon to drain the life from his limbs

dry the life 

from his domain

 

and soon, each breath

grows heavy with the weight of the last

not quite on pace

falling behind

slowly, drooping

like

his

eyelids

 

let this be a lesson

to tread carefully along the path of wishes

you just may get caught in the sun