The Lizard Queen

The tiny dog hunts for lizards
In futility
Creeping slowly
Determined
Inching forward in her shadow
Thinking, Is it time to pounce?
Will my master be proud of me?
True, her master watches at the window
Hoping for a bloody lizard death
Readying a camera
And Facebook post
So the world will marvel at the
Lizard Queen
But no lizard today
Like most days
The dog lowers her ears and gives up
And hopes her master doesn't judge

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