Gecko’s Echoes

This morning as I sat on the back porch,
Watching birds and listening to geckos,
Before the summer sun began to scorch,
I heard a sound with queer resounding echoes
Coming from one of those silly geckos.
The rascal somehow found a way to climb
Way up inside a bell of my wind chime.
Hard to tell—Was it the gecko chiming,
His tonal music sounding so sublime,
Or the chime chirping in perfect timing?


Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

French decastich written in iambic pentameter, on any subject.
Rhyme scheme: ababbccdcd

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