In The Country Cottage Poem by Nissim Ezekiel

 

The night the lizard came

our indolence was great;

we went to bed before

our eyes were heavy, limbs prepared to stretch or love

 

Immobile,tense and grey,

he taught us patience as

he waited for the dark

from time to time we could

not help but glance at him

 

and learn again that he 

was more alive than us

in silent energy,

though his aim was only

the death of cockroaches