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The lizards were everywhere
and so was the wind.
There was no way you could
keep either of them out
that hard spring.
No matter how swiftly
you shut the door,
the lizards and the wind
would slip inside
that hard spring.
Darting over the floor
with inhuman speed,
they were far too fast
for a novice human
predator such as you.
The lizards were like
lemmings rushing
blindly over a cliff side:
there was no way
they could survive inside.
You would eventually
find their bodies,
dead and desiccated,
beneath a desk or armchair.
And once under the coverlet,
centered on your sheet
carefully as if a draftsman
had placed it there.
But the wind never died
that hard spring.