The lizard was sunning itself on a branch. His body was the colour of the leaves. His tail was the colour of the bark it was resting against. His eyes were two alert pinpoints which scanned the surroundings. That's when he noticed me gaping at him. He turned his head away in dismay. I don't blame him as for him a big dumb human is nothing compared to the juicy tiny flies he might miss while looking at me.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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