My loving dog Lily, died last week.
And I broken heartedly buried her deep.
Beneath her favourite sunny spot.
In the middle of our warm courtyard plot.
Then today, on top of her grave.
Sitting there, staring at me so brave.
Lazily sunbaking, a big Blue-tongued Lizard.
His pointy tail twirling like a wizard.
The lizard laid near our orchids, like our Lily.
He squinted as I moved towards him stealthily.
But he shook his sleek head in fright.
And raced fish-swift out of sight.
Whimsically I wonder, is he !
A reincarnation of our little Lily.
Not that I really believe.
And what would you believe.
Could Lily be a Lizard of Wizardry.
Or her living spirit, now named Lizzy.
A sincere thank you to, t. l. cummings, TLC’c Virtual Express, for giving me permission to use her exquisite words and line “And raced fish-swift out of sight”.