REQUIEM FOR A SKINK
His tail had a hue of electrical blue,
Or perhaps you could say it was neon,
And we kept him enclosed in a miniature zoo
'Til the weather went well below freon.
He was monikered "Flash" on account of his speed;
He was limber of sinew and muscle,
But with no room to dash, Flash's flesh atrophied,
And he shuffled where once he had hustled.
So I came home one day and discovered with grief
That our lizard was now beyond pining:
He was stiffly draped over the stem of a leaf
In a posture which spoke of resigning.
Now I don't really know if he died from the cold,
Or got parched beyond all re-hydration,
But the skink bit the dust, just as all of us must,
Thus, this bit of skink eulogization.