A warm lazy noon,
On the rock of the river,
At the spectacle of boat riders,
In the fearful glances received.
Should I look?
A bite or two is what I need,
Cannot be lying around for long,
For wouldn’t the spectators think, that the croc isn’t strong?
On the branches of the tree,
Birds, chirping free,
Eat me!! Eat me!! Sounded it, like a call!
Do I look?
Hungry for some action,
Will give fruition.
Oblivious to anyone,
A swift movement, grabbing the bird,
Is this nuance?
Oh humans!! Learn from me,
The art of laying a trap.
Gazed the spectators,
And we thought!!! the croc was in hibernation.