Samantha Little, 2010
A glitt’ring beetle is grasped in his wide grin—
A rich prize for future feeding,
And his eye of shifting amber, with its twin,
Watches the girl who is weeding.
” It is a silly quatrain, but the beetle shone like polished ebony in the afternoon sun, a lizard’s mouth does look ridiculously like a smile, and this lizard’s hazel gaze was particularly penetrating as he hurried along the garden bed I was preparing for tomatoes.”—from a journal entry dated November 15, 2010.