Found a gecko in the tub.
Little feet,
Webbed, running.
He blended with the tub.
Like me it needed cleaning.
Tried to coax the small
Liz…Rep…Phibian…
Out of that Dirty Tub.
With a tap of my hand
I started him running.
He didn’t, couldn’t have known.
But he ran towards
where all the water goes when it
meanders away from my feet.
Unwebbed fingers dashed to the drain,
covering the small void.
But like a human,
He slipped.
Through my fingers
In a last ditch effort to save himself
From the the tall, naked boy towering over
Him.
Torn.
I dripped some water down the
Bathtub’s belly button.
Maybe he’ll understand
This was not a place to hide.
My warning answered, I decided.
He’d seen too much..
I put the water on full and
Showered.
