When neighbor fields are plowed, sowed, and irrigated
The reptiles enter our homes feeling accepted
They move around within, as though unobstructed
When neighbor fields are plowed, sowed, and irrigated

They sleep on our beds as though feeling protected
They play with our children mentally connected
When neighbor fields are plowed, sowed, and irrigated
The reptiles enter our homes feeling accepted

We are poor, our homes are not costly constructed
Our beds are not cozy and sophisticated
We are nomads and our tents are often shattered
Reptiles do not hurt us as they feel well trusted

When neighbor fields are plowed, sowed, and irrigated
The reptiles enter our homes feeling accepted

(Sonnet)