Who Says There Are No Seasons Here?

If You Look Close, There Are Many Seasons In The Desert

A black lizard on a rock.
Not my actual lizard, but a close representation. I’ve never managed to get a picture of my black lizard. Image by Nel Botha from Pixabay

I spy my morning acquaintance, the black lizard, poking her head out from between a crack in the concrete wall surrounding my backyard. I believe she is a Western Fence Lizard. Darting bird silhouettes soaring across the ground prevent her from exploring further, though I’m sure the lure of warm sun beckons…

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Kevin J Fellows

Kevin J Fellows

Writer & Poet of speculative fantasy. Author of the novel At the End of the World. Stories & poetry in SFF publications you know. kevinjfellows.com

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