Lizard knows the sky is falling. Hides beneath the rock of ages past.
What if (he thinks)
no new sun ever rises to warm my cold blood?
Oh, what will happen then?
Perhaps when I’m frozen stiff,
some celestial maiden will pick me up. Wear me for a brooch.
But will her warm breast wake me? Will the song she sings be mine? Does she even know the words?
He hears a seed pod burst beneath the soil. Foolish life!
Best the stem grows downward. Upwards leads only to here.