Gators bide their time,
patiently basking in sun,
waiting for the feast to come.
~
They’ve grown impatient,
or so it seems, and bearing
torches walk our streets.
Gators bide their time,
patiently basking in sun,
waiting for the feast to come.
~
They’ve grown impatient,
or so it seems, and bearing
torches walk our streets.