Ol’ Beady Eyes
There it was all black and shiny,
with a touch of dirt making its skin somewhat grimy.
He lay very still and didn’t make a sound,
and appeared to look almost round.
Upon a closer look he moved an eye,
had no wings so I knew it couldn’t fly.
He looked at me kind of strange,
and I wondered, “What was his range?”
There were fours legs that were very short,
could be run fast as me, that would be a sport.
I’m really a little tyke,
who rides a little bike.
Still and all I like this creature,
because today he is the main feature.
He’s finally on his four feet,
and has a good heart beat.
It stays put in my hand,
and it looks quite grand.
I now have a new friend indeed,
and keep him in my pocket until it’s time for him to feed.
I wonder what kind of insect it is, guess I’ll ask my mom,
She names me the curious one, oh not again Ron.
She said it was a salamander, that is for sure,
how did it come into our house or through a sewer.
Who cares, he’s my friend to the end.
Ronald Voveris
Yatesville
