It has been there all along. Only we didn't realize it. Seemingly immobile, its long Tongue is unseen by many yet. The fly, whether its annoying or not Moves from one part to another. With a lazy hum and a confident strut It moves freely in any weather. Perhaps it doesn't know that it will Find its end on an unlucky day. Till then everything sounds well. But that day will surely come anyway. The lizard seems to eternally wait For that day, not moving a limb. Occasionally its tail vibrates Assuring that its prey will succumb. Finally the eventful day had come. At a lightning speed, the lizard's tongue Changed the status of the fly. Ahem! It stayed immobile again for long.
