I spy

I spy out of the corner of my left eye

a lizard on the wall of my shower.

I slow down, ponder its existence 

but leave it alone.

I spy out of the corner of my left eye

a little boy on the driveway.

I slow down, heave a sigh of relief 

that I spotted him 

before he dashed across the road.

I think I have the lizard to thank

for training 

the corner of my left eye so well.