The Christmas Alligator

He prowl very still across the calm merky waters I can see him and he can see me with his big yellow eyes his pupils are lime green slowly he crawls not even shooing the cranes from off his back he crawls past the woodstorck perching on one leg the tall Cypress trees seems to sway as the moisture dampens the earth it's July already Christmas trees are ready to be cut and shipped off in time for the Christmas season I love this time of year although the heat covers the swamp not a breeze in sight the female alligators panted all night laying eggs upon the drift wood herons flying high as egrets feast on snakes the sun peeks in around noon as the alligators approached the grass sun bathing watching the golfers tee off sipping brandy in all this heat commotion beckons someone fishing just lost a limb my mind wanders the nature of this prehistoric giant unseen until prey invade his space again chomp bones breaking cracking like branches the lake swells wails screeching lots of feathers the deer rush through the forest just keep moving continue on stop your squawking and keep on walking