Mother Croc

Midday struck upon the clock,
From the bottom of the lake leered croc,
She watched them walking quietly by,
Gradually focusing her eyes.

Children laughing playing with glee,
They didn't know what she could see,
Upon the bottom she hid in wait,
Those people on shore were her bait.

In a nest way down the river,
Were her young lying all of a slither,
8 hungry mouths to feed,
Providing their nourishment now her great need.

Slowly she leaves the lakes bed,
Rising just enough not to show her head,
She glides through the water like a knife,
This day intent on taking a life.

All at once the water churned,
A group of children, a circle did turn,
Splashing, kicking and making merry,
Prevented her focussing on her quarry.

One by one they left the water,
Leaving behind just one daughter,
Silently and swiftly she did swoop,
The child was gone in a single scoop.

Back to the bottom of the lake she fled,
Her victim held tight was already dead,
She made her way back to her brood,
Providing the hungry mob with food.

So when you're out enjoying the sun,
Away from the lake you should run,
You could be a crocodile's bait,
Would you really want that to be your fate?

Liz