Every night, as I opened my books and read,

A lizard with beady eyes would pass by my bed.

It would appear at that exact corner of my door every night,

And I found myself anticipating its entry with all my might.

It would come tip-tapping boldly through the door,

Not caring that it could end up as a bloody gore.

Despite all the dangers, it would stop to look,

Meeting its eyes, I would drop my book.

It would examine me for a while,

Contemplating its intentions, I would give it a smile.

The beady eyes would look at me with caution,

I would take hold of my pencil as a precaution.

At last, the lizard, shaken out of its trance, would quickly walk away,

And the cycle would come to repeat itself everyday.

-Deep

A/N: Okay, so here you go. A poetry book about animals. This one turned out pretty bad. Maybe that's because I'm not serious about poetry. I wrote this in like 10 minutes so don't judge. I'm doing it for fun people so don't expect too much from this one.

And here you go Giorno134. You've been asking this for a while.

Don't expect a serious poetry for a good while. I'm mostly writing this to have a good laugh and not talk about the imperfections of the society. If I decide to do that, I would do it in a no