23. ALLIGATOR ON THE PROWL IN FULL MOON
Round balls of pearly white gas,
with thin wisps of grey cloud floating haphazardly,
as cool as snow drops of ice at night,
assassinating traces of daytime heat,
with crystal beams of singular fluorescent light,
perched high in the galaxy of stars,
revolving at astronomical speeds across the Sun periphery,
being the only source of placid comfort during pitch dark ambience of the night,
the celestial figure of the moon smiled mischievously,
as the hour hand ticked past midnight in city clock tower.
the lethal alligator waded silently through the waters,
biting mighty chunks of dead logwood,
flickering its abraded tail at small cocoons of fish,
squirting blood from its eyeball ,
opening its kingly jaw to display an armory of canine teeth.
there were men ahead pedaling a row boat,
consuming large glasses of ravishing gin tonic,
with strong fishing rods levered skillfully in the jungle stream,
they joked, sung, swayed their bodies in the arid air,
little knowing of the deadly monster stealthily encroaching,
the beast sank a few feet beneath the boat,
gave loud snorts toppled it crushing sewn timber to mangled junk,
loud wails besieged the night calm,
the moonlight clearly portrayed torn parts of their bodies,
white waters smudged with fresh human blood,
the birds screeched loudly in the sky,
as the 20 feet long crocodile relished man flesh,
trapped between the cavities of its elephant teeth.