The Salt-Water Crocodile

The emerald beast stands as still as a statue
It’s a killing machine as it stares at you
The wind whispers loudly as if it is a king
Then the crocodile leaps up like a snapped spring

It misses its target and falls down in despair
It hisses and snares and swims back to its lair
Spikes cover the crocodile’s body like moss
It looks for more prey as it dives across

It glimpses a shadow with its black eyes
The crocodile spots something, rather small in size
It leaps once again like a kangaroo
It finally catches something that he can put in a stew