A whimpering

From beneath our feet

Nearly audible

Amidst the city static

A sign that something lives

In the subway depths

A portly form

With matted scales

And tufts of knotted fur

Waddling in the gloom

Widest feet

Stepping with no sound

Narrow ears perk up

Absorbing the noises

Dripping from the grates

Gaining the attention

Of the silver orb

Rimmed with lonely tears

The chubby beast sits

Staring at the surface

Catching glimpses

Of the creatures up above

Until the dying rays of sun

Cause it too much pain

A thick arm raises

Rubbery talons clenched

In fear and nerves

Only to fall at its side

Empty and forlorn

The lonely Lyrox whimpers on