I’ve No Arguments With Crocodiles

I've had just enough time to...   not to argue with crocodiles

Taken from the safety of the shore in Sarawak of the crocodile infested river

Under the blue umbrella

She waits…

As gray water rushes by

She waits…

The water has crocodiles

“I’ve no argument with crocodiles”

Crocodiles don’t need arguments

They are even sorry for what they did

Crocodiles being what they are

Would happily consumed you for breakfast

Or any other meals after that

That is their nature, that is nothing strange

What is strange are the tears they shed

“The waters are wide, the crocodiles are few

If one does come across and after me

Maybe that is my fate?”

You could stand away from the water’s edge

“I could.

I know a boy from the village yonder

Full of life, spirit and wonder

On a clear cloudless day, he was struck by lighting

Burnt to a crisp and no one even heard the thunder

It was not raining, and he did not stand under a tree

And they said it is more difficult than winning a lottery.”

She said it all with a smile

And a resolve strong enough to poke a crocodile’s eye

I retreated and it was many steps later

Before the question surfaced from the muddy water

What are  the reasons she waits…