Newt slithers down the tree in search of food
Over the roots, under fallen leaves, wind on his skin
Ah, here's fabric, strange; brown and blue therein
A woman and a man recline, newt shouldn't intrude
A feast of some sort they consume
Citrus, sardines, grapes, anything for me?
Newt wonders as he approaches with glee
Wine drinking, perhaps empty soon
They shouldn't be here, this is my space
Won't they sack the picnic and end the embrace
Newt smacks his forehead
Oh no! He found her lace
Hey, he wants to squeak
Stop the lunacy and let me pass by
I should like to taste and try
The man has walked to the street
The woman stands briefly, adjusts her clothes
She sighs, closes her eyes, ponders her demise
Newt approaches, pauses, perhaps she will doze
Sounds abound, heart, breath, she wiggles her toes
Her feet are bare in these woods, this air
What has brought them here, I must know
Are they friends, comrads, lovers, foes?
As the man returns, the woman smiles so fair
Ah, thinks Newt, the answer is this
She loves him with a yearning so deep
A tremor he can feel in the ground at his feet
The woman's lips tremble, when he gives a kiss
The air crackles, shall it rain soon?
Newt wonders as he watches the two
It's merely their love, vivid and new
Lovers aligned, connected, forever in tune
Even to a newt their love is real
Leaping, jumping, swirling between them
Who could condemn?
A love like this one could not steal
Ah, but I am a newt, what do I know?
I'll find my food then watch the show
Forever touched by a love so mysterious
The forest changed, the Newt now delirious
