Ever At Risk In the Glades
Eyes that shone bright green
stood out in the swamp at night
as crickets serenaded.
Surrounded by scents
in Everglades’ treasure trove,
the eyes slowly moved closer.
Our flashlight revealed
scales and teeth four inches long,
a twelve-foot creature nearing.
“We’re going to die,”
I thought as it dove below,
but our boat remained untouched.
*Entry for Linda’s “Treasure Trove” contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
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