Quiet Sunbathing [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

This crocodile's happy living with the deaf-mute
Lord and Master of the Crocodile Castle - that's
H.E. Lord Scorpio Dodderingham who refuses
to listen to anything longer than shortened, one
liner summaries & only ventures out to eat - he
sits fire-gazing brooding moodily in front of TV

He is dragging the crocodile and one crocodile
kid into the wild to charge willy-nilly past boring
wild-life in mad search of excitement in lion kills
which is missed in the speed to cover the whole
park in one day, then parks at the holiday house
with 4 double en-suite rooms for these 3 people

Despondently he stares at the high golden grass
swaying in the wind - while the crocodile relaxes
in the splash pool and reads a book to make time
pass until getting home to return to the office and
talkative colleagues, yet respecting Lord Scorpio
Dodderingham, Lord and Master of the Crocodile

Castle, is a privilege I shall not renege, silence is
a life-style and provides the impetus for writing -
life is just fine; the crocodile is happy in her own
crocodile pool inviting the cold-blooded reptile
to enjoy soft autumn heat in quiet sunbathing

[H.E. = His Excellency]