Mr Crocodile Poem by Cheryl Jacob

Dear Mr Crocodile
Your lazy eyes belie those sharp claws.
Your comatose float hides those greedy eyes of yours.
Your pudgy feet make you look slow
And your scaly scales fool those sorry preys to think of you
As a place to repose.
But once these dim-witted prey
Come near you thinking you’re
Dead or someplace to rest,
You spin so fast that they stare.
And in the mystery of you they become history.

February,26,2011