The evening breeze
Carries the birds
Over congested highways

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