He was bored
So bored with routine
Every morning
Brushing his teeth
Making coffee
Slogging off to work
To predictable employments

Weekend chores
Social obligations
So encumbered by family
friends and finance

The half-slumbering supplicant
Longing for escape
His earnest entreaties
Finally heard
Heard and granted

As the first light warms the earth
He drags himself out from under a stone
Eager to feel the sun against his scales
The taste of yesterday’s grasshopper
Still lingering on the tongue.