Crocs Away!

At the bank of the still water that house crocs breathing the stench of a gory death

A cold-blooded stare at me and my dreams,

With steely teeth’s poised to strike, and razor claws that sparkle death.

Guarding me against my path, & snarls ‘if you dare!’

Oh dear! Is this a cul-de-sac? For I haven’t met my dreams yet. Dreams that lull just around the river bend.

Is this doom? For I have no alar to defy gravity,

No spear to devour these villainous threats,

And no grease to fuel my knees for a spin.

Pls! Wake me up!

© Juanjomayorga



4 Comments Add yours

  1. Miles says:

    Great 👏🏾

    Liked by 1 person

  2. randyjw says:

    Thank you, too.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. randyjw says:

    Dark and light, all at once. My first read at your blog. I think I’m going to enjoy reading some more of your poetry, here.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks for stopping by. I’m glad you liked the piece…
      I hope I’ll keep seeing you around. Thanks

      Liked by 1 person

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