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

Juan Olivarez

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