the lizard closes its eyes
as it takes flight
in the beak of a mockingbird

in the fragrant shade
of minty leaves
a lizard sleeps

spiders perched on branches
listening to the songs of ants
forest in a flowerpot

wings outstretched
sketching patterns
only it can see

peaceful palettes
drifting high above
narrow, selfish minds

foliaceous fingers
strumming
the strings of the breeze

the bare peach tree sleeps
and dreams
of reaching beyond the clouds