Bill died…

….so he did. He was a little lizard that lived in my flat. One Sunday morning i noticed it making a mad dash from my bathroom to my kitchen, its long tail swinging around. I was amazed and delighted because i had not seen one in a long time. I managed to tenderly grab it and watched carefully at his marvelous details. Then i released him, thinking i would hardly see it again.

I saw him once more in the living room and the next time i saw him he was dead. His tiny corpse all dried and shriveled. His eyes sunken and his skin stuck to his fragile, hair thin ribs. I buried him under one of my plants. I still wonder why he died.

This is the second Bill i bury, the first one being my beloved schnauzer.

Hugs to all,