Stuffed with sand, and sewn together with a bright green materials

Your eyes were just tiny beads

Yet I was attracted to you

Liveless you were in the corner of a shop in Indonesia

Waiting for a lucky star to shine on you

And soon, I bought you home

I beleived you were alived, when I was about 8 years old

I thought you were just shy and wasn't talkative, like me

I brought you everywhere I went

You often got injured - sand "bled" from your body

I even forgot how many times my mother had to give you stiches

Unfortunately, I think it was time for you to go

You "bled" non-stop, and you became a very skinny lizard

I was upset that I could not bring you around with me

(cos my mama said you were too sandy and dirty)

Now thinking of you, makes me wonder

The days I had spent with many other missing reptiles, domestic, and prehistoric animals like you

This picture I found, is just a substitude of you

It's sad we didn't manage to take a photograph

But all the same, I miss you, my Sandy Lizard.