Nov 16, 2021
Swamp Thing — A Poem
I saw the crocodile smile,
He’d just finished his meal.
Had devoured a whole deer
Head, legs, and all
But left the antlers behind
Where it had grazed
Near the swamp.
It had been a rather chilly morning
With the mist floating low,
As I sat with my fishing rod
On the pier waiting
For the fish to take a bite
And then reel him in.
That’s when I heard the snap
That sounded like a thunder clap,
A desperate squeal , nothing more
Was heard, then silence reigned.
And when the mist lifted up
I saw the crocodile smile at me,
It seemed to say
Lucky you’re not a deer
It just happens to be your lucky day.
I broke into a sweat
Looking at the blood stained grass
Slowly oozing red into the water
The croc, she waded gently into the river
Soon became a floating log
The swamp was quiet once more
I packed my gear
And left for home in fright,
To take a long needed rest.
