impatient crocodiles

It is a lot of fun to follow an idea and let is unravel. Sometimes the thoughts are playful and create fun little ideas like this.

The creative process takes me along when I let it. My frame of mind seems to lend space in the direction I suggest, which allows for many versions of me to come out.

It makes me curious as to what will continue to come.

impatient crocodiles
with large smiles
looking down your throat
and no birds cleaning teeth
only homes of meals
and calm bathing sun

but you are lunch
maybe a snack
with swerving tales
lying in wait
holding the space
before a pounce
and a bite

all too soon
the food is gone
and now to rest
maybe a yawn
he is watching
laying in wait
careful to be
his next date

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