There is a sidewalk square we pass, while walking, that is ruled by lizards.

Lizards no bigger than an opposable thumb stand their ground, hold deep inside of themselves the legacy of their ancestors, taken out by a meteor or God for daring to rule more than one small square.

Lizards that hold themselves proud and imagine their stature grand.

Lizards that know dexterity is a blessing and a curse; allows the ability to type or pull a trigger and in the end will be man’s undoing.

Lizards that acquiesce to our approach, scurry beneath shrubs as we advance, rest easy in the knowledge that man has doomed himself and time is on their side.

Lizards that know, instinctively, they have longevity in their cold blood line.

Know, without a doubt, that no matter how small they are, they will outlast us all, will take over more than one small square, will once again rule the world.