The first few stanzas of a poem I wrote while spending a college semester in France.
It is quite perilous to be in Avignon a salamander crawling free. With legs too small and smiles too wide, along the street, a salamander tries to hide. He scampers, streaking over stone in gardens dry; a salamander licks the fly; he’s not alone.
copyright C. L. Tangenberg
P.S. Unfortunately, I don’t think there are salamanders in the dry habitat provided by the courtyard garden of an urban Avignon house. I stayed in one of these for the semester. The common wall lizard is a more likely species to have observed (I did see something in that space!), but “salamander” has a much better cadence.