4×4 Adventure Lizard

She is wearing an impish green coat,
the collar turned up around her neck.

After several minutes I realise that we
are both staring at the lizard’s knees.

He clutches the branch with his tiny
feet and hands, leans back cockily.

“I’m a doctor,” she says, not to me
I realise.  “It’s definitely weird.”

Who knows what is happening at the
other end of the telephone line.

The lizard’s knees are slim like a
witch’s cat and pointy like a witch’s hat.


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