The autumn breeze blows not too gentle this evening
sending dead leaves dancing across my front lawn
like drunks stumbling home after last call.
I stand by my door, cup of tea in hand,
adoring the beauty of my sparse but beautiful garden.
At first, I did not notice a strange little wind-
chime moving back and forth, stuck in a place
it was never meant to be.
I look across to my neighbor’s house,
a recent widow, in need of some TLC
of her own, unable to give the needed
attention to her browning grass and
near dying flowers. I think of her
poor flowers unable to offer her their
gift of beauty in their present state.
Maybe I’ll water the garden for her,
maybe I’ll have my lawn guys clean up
her lawn, maybe… My eyes are drawn
to a small swaying object hanging high up
under my gutter. I have many wind-chimes
placed around my home. The placement of this one
Before I am able to take a good look, a puppy runs
by yipping and barking, speaking the language
only puppy lovers understand— chase me, follow me,
play with me. I can’t help but smile as my neighbor
and her two sons race after Prince Mini-Me.
I take a few sips of my English Breakfast
again, my eyes return to the stiff object being
forced to wave, back and forth, by the ever
gusty wind. I spit out my tea as
I realize the object is not a misplaced wind-chime,
but the carcass of a lizard too clever for his own
Hoping to feast on the bugs that live under
the gutter, his tiny head became caught in a crack
as he tried to secure his snack. I wonder,
was he able to enjoy at least one juicy bug before
his demise? I continue to watch half in fascination,
half in disgust as the evening breeze prompts
the stiff body to move against its will, tail and legs
in unison, following the orders of an invisible master
who wishes to let the dead know who’s in control.
Arlene Antoinette is a West Indian- American writer who pens poetry, flash fiction and song lyrics. Additional poetry by Arlene may be found @ The Foxglove Journal, The Ginger Collect, The Feminine Collective and GirlSense and NonSense. Thank you for reading her work.