The Crocodile
Too late I grieved your needless death my careless net fell to catch the lively cheribin we swam and played in naked isolation bewitched by wilderness beauty ignorant of the wonder dwelling in the deep.
Your speckled scales shimmer in the morning sun your peaceful smile belies the silent struggle to escape my thoughtless trap I rue my rude intrusion and vow to now go lightly into your world my paradise found your paradise lost.
Brautiful Christine
Thanks, Chris. I am finding stuff I had forgotten about.