Mr. Gator
Olive glitter skin sparkles below Carolina rays,
Mud Leather carefully placed as evening attire,
Mr.Gator whips his jeweled tail frantically,
Beckoning his lover to immerge.
No response.
Heartbroken, he crawls silently towards another pond.
Mating season minus a mate is not much fun!
Copyright © Robin Maughan | Year Posted 2009
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