Alligator
By Lisbeth Coiman
My skin
is becoming so thick
I am turning into
an alligator.
I am lurking in the river waters
waiting for you to step in
and SNAP.
Giving up hope?
Nope.
Just turning into
a predator.
A thick skinned, cold blooded,
sharp toothed one.
"Why not turn into a deer?
They are cute,
furry, and tasty, even decorative around here?"
Deer? They carry this PARASITE: the tick
I ain't need no ticks,
They can suck the life out of you.
I need to be strong.
Besides, I am already ugly.
Note: "predator" in this "poem" does NOT mean sex predator.
