Dock Croc & Field Mouse

  The edge of the dock gives the sharpest splinter

and that is no joke I'm afraid 

so look out feet and the children who own them!

 The riptide ripples at the edge of the lake against a rock

  a hiccup from the water gods

and about four feet out from that - a brown bumpy head pokes out

You know, the same way a tea-bag comes up to breathe in a cup

the head belongs to a long scaly body

with oddly white teeth

clearly, he's been chewing some proper and flossing with whatever he feels like

those eyes.. so cold and calculated

just sit there on the top of his head like headlights

as if he's out for revenge for whoever designed him

but it's no crock

he waits

by the dock

and a little mouse runs by

and stops dead in his tracks

he can't help but notice those oddly white teeth

but Mr. Croc is self conscious

and just takes a drink of water and the mouse washes his hands

and his wife, her scarf

but before they head home

 the croc by the dock swears never to devour

mouse and his spouse, who in return, promise never to shower

together in his bath or stare 

at his teeth

which, have secretly, never touched meat

not even sea scrapings, puff fish pastry, or splintered children's feet 

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

A very charming tale … great for children I think. Some life lessons to be learned.