5. Mid-Noon in January

Upon a fibry fern-tree bough
A huge iguana lies alow,
Bright yellow in the noonday glow
With bars of black,—it watcheth now
A gorgeous insect hover high
Till suddenly its lance doth fly
And catch the prey-but still no sound
Breathes 'mid the green fern-spaces round.

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