The 10ft Newt
A newt is born
Two summers long
Head born at dusk
Tail born at dawn
Mountains divide the head from the heart
Only seconds old, but already a rough start
They fight and bicker
The tail thinks it slicker
Words so unkind
The head pays no mind
Being a Sun older
The head is the beholder
Of knowledge, and the tail is forever trailing behind
One cold winter night
The tails cry in fright
I fear tomorrow will never come
To the tail, the head turns
Taking shade under ferns
You can’t feel it yet, but we’re already here, chum
