Tool Makers #Poem #poetry #nature #alligators #wildlife

The alligator swims hereAlligator
Hidden in the murk.
This is where the gators,
Beneath the river lurk.

She swims up under floating twigs,
Collects them on her snout
In sizes best for making nests,
Or perching if in doubt.

She gapes her jaws wide open,
Muddy water on her tongue.
When comes a little birdie near,
She grabs it in a lunge.

Man’s the mighty hunter,
Over Earth we rule.
Yet even flat-skulled gators
Hunt for birds with tools.

By Kate Rauner

Advertisements

Please let me know what you think

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s